Wednesday, 17 February 2010

30 Years of hurt, never stopped me dreaming...

Every year, every single year Brit Awards! You promise to be amazing and then force us to writhe in embarrassment on our sofas whilst our toes curl and our ear drums bleed. Still, this time next year you will have tempted us anew and enraged us once more. See you then.

I think that I would rather travel back in time to watch the Kirkwall Amateur Dramatics Society production that is pictured above, however. It is not too different really; the man on the left is wearing about as much make up as The 2 Brides of Frankenstein and the dancing bloomers are as disconcerting as the 'singing' that seemed to be happening even when the performers' mouths were closed.

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