Poor, poor Susan Boyle. She lost Britain’s Got Talent. Now, where did I write that she would? Oh, right here on meganshead! In the run up to the final poor Susan did everything wrong. She got new clothes, plucked her eyebrow into two and developed a bit of an attitude (she told a couple of harassing journos to piss off). This apparently ‘turned the public against her’. That’s not what they wanted to see. They didn’t want to see someone making an effort to up her game. They wanted to see the same ugly, gawky, funny dressed, sad old spinster on stage. They wanted to be surprised all over again. But they couldn’t, could they? They already knew she could sing. And that wasn’t enough, was it?
I feel so sorry for her now. She has literally been the sacrificial lamb of a ‘reality TV’ show and its producers who don’t care if she lives or dies or has a breakdown because of what happened to her. I knew they were going to have to change the Paul Potts formula, I just didn’t know when they would do it. Heartbreakingly, they dragged it out until the very last moment; upping the ratings and doing the absolute maximum damage to this ill prepared woman. Pigs.