Carrying on from my earlier post...

I'm sure that...
A little while ago Susan Boyle looked into her plain polished mirror and saw a face with locked-up emotions, and a body devoid of any manic attention.
Now, on any old morning, Susan Boyle looks into all mirrors and sees a face transformed by girls in heels waving brushes of blusher over her plump cheeks. A lick of crimson and suddenly the church worker is no longer on her knees in the pews but high in the air on a chair in 'make-up'.

And then her coconut hair is fingered and coloured tenderly and is taken from its depressed state into the shine and crimped kingdom which is show business. Then the dresser pops in and peels off Susan's cracked and safe high street garb, pouring the new woman into smooth dresses with a smack of glitter. Praying will never be brighter.

Dreamer Boyle is now Susan Boyle. Singer.

The spinster is dead long live the single woman.



*I tried to post a picture of Susan but every time I clicked to save, I couldn't.
Now that's what I call fame...

Miss Boyle Number 9 In The Charts.

Wish I could hold on to Susan Boyle and say
"Worth the wait eh babe?"
"All those long days and nights holding everything in, standing in the cold looking, singing, into the bathroom mirror wishing people would take you and your voice in. Now you're naked, flying with new colours with nothing but the sound of Wild Horses beating in your head. Ride 'em babe"