First, I thought Cheryl Cole was really good. Professional, polished and some tight dance moves. I am monumentally jealous of her boobs. And then I remember that she's at least 10 years younger than me. *sigh* Check it out.
And then came Whitney..... Have a watch before I fling my 2 pence in.
Whitney is a legend. A true diva. I have spent many a happy hour singing (painfully) along to her songs. Her voice is still beautiful. She is beautiful.
But I cannot resist the chance to laugh at a wardrobe malfunction however much it may pain me to do so. The dress seemed an odd choice from the start. It's way too long and I got distracted by her constantly hitching it up. Did she not try it on before the performance?
As for the back snapping and coming apart, someone said on the Xtra Factor "Someone's getting fired!". Which I would tend to believe.
I just loved the fact that she noticed it and then gave this kind of 'meh' reaction and carried on. A complete pro.
So, to the main business of the night. Who's going?
Poor Rachel being in the bottom two for the second week running. I really felt for her. The twins, whom the British press have apparently now dubbed 'Jedward', are through to next week and half of me groans and half of me goes yay! Another craptastic performance on Saturday night!
Rikki went after the sing off and I have to agree with Simon's choice. (Have I mentioned that I *heart* Simon?)
It's big band week next week. I always look forward to this one. The lovely Michael Buble is performing on the results show on Sunday. That man could sing the phone book and still sound sexy.
I may have to cancel any social plans for the weekends running up to Christmas.
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