Saturday, 14 June 2008
Nouvelle Star - c'est fini
I have been very remiss about updating you on Le Grand Final. Not that I feel you need to know about the ins and outs of Amandine vs Benjamin. They were both disappointingly competent. Amandine won. I approved because apparently Benjamin has already started proceedings against Voici magazine for invading his private life (a French sleb rite of passage), which I felt was a little presumptous. The upstart!
But. Andre. Gave us this gem to Amandine:
"You remind me of a Romanian folk legend about a goddess who turns the milky way into cheese and then divided it into four parts"
Ah, André. I will really really really miss you. I will have to watch more 'TV Brussels' to find a similar level of surreality and erudite nonsense.
Sinclair, you are a short arse but an attractive one. However on Wednesday you were wearing so much foundation that I was repeatedly distracted by the idea of scratching it off gently with my fingernails in a semi-erotic fashion. Also, the footwear (big fat white spongy hi-tops)? No. You are 37, not 12.
I wonder if Cedric is back on his boat yet. I suspect not. For his semi-final elimination, he had at least acquired one of the trappings of micro-celebrity in the form of a vacant blonde WAG style girlfriend. Six months or so of appearances in the party pages of Public and Voici seem inevitable before he sinks into alcoholism and depression, and then, finally, inevitably, turns back to the welcoming embrace of the sea. Surely?