A good friend of mine, who shall henceforth be known only as Mr D to protect his oddly-valued anonymity, is auditioning for The X Factor on Monday 30th April. Brave man.
The auditions take place at the NEC in Birmingham and Mr D is already as nervous as all hell. Not that hell ever struck me as being nervous in itself but never mind... however he has a fine voice and like me, has reached that juncture in life where it’s a case of: "If I don’t do it now I never will". As an old school friend of mine once told me: it’s better to regret something you have done rather than something you haven’t.
I tried telling that to the police after ram-raiding a local Ann Summers outlet a few years back but inexplicably it cut me very little slack...
Joking aside, I hope you’ll all join with me in wishing him well as he braves the censure of the likes of Dermot O’Leary and Patrick Kielty et al. Go get ‘em with your hot, syrupy vocals my good man!
For those of you that are interested Mr D’s vocal talents can be sampled at singsnap.com under the beguiling nom de plume of "Wilson".
Good luck for Monday matey!
5 comments:
Good luck to him indeed! I might have to investigate his singing further. Just imagine if he got through to the finals!
And erm, what were you doing ram-raiding an Ann Summers outlet, pray?? The obvious thing that's crossing my mind here is that you were after some bras and panties for yourself, but of course I'm completely off track there, aren't I?
I'm led to believe, although obviously I have absolutely no experience of Ann Summers myself, despite it being situated in my city next door to Primark's and opposite W H Smith's, that said goods are perhaps a little overpriced and thus the need for a spot of ramming!
Old Cheeser: Yes. Completely off track. Cough... cough...
TimeWarden: A spot of ramming? Yes. Indeed. Cough... cough...
I am impressed with anyone who has the courage to stand up and sing in front of others. When I was in the grammar school I desperately wanted to sing in the choir but I just couldn't sing a solo at the auditions.
Ally, I just can't sing at all! I desperately wish I could but I have a singing voice like an elephant farting into the proverbial biscuit tin!
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