knowing he was only moving for the sake of having a bit of motion on camera.
I was thrilled to see one of the male contestants singing a Kate Bush song and dedicating it to his mother. The fact that he was also wearing a frock, without any sense of irony, sent him right up in my estimation. He's suddenly made the show worth watching again. How wonderful it is to live in a world where a man can wear a dress on prime time telly without it seeming odd? Times really are a-changing. He's doing it with panache, by the way. It was a remarkably funky frock and he looked brilliant in it.
Llio popped by for lunch today, which gave us a pleasant little break from the grindstone, but other than that, I've spent the entire day wearing headphones and sitting at the kitchen table, periodically vanishing into the loft to play the odd bar of music before returning.
I've nothing else to say!