Popstar to Opera Star Blog Week 4
Saturday, 6 February 2010 20:21
It was very touching that Danny was so upset after last night’s show, to be turning his back on his new found Opera friends, but you could tell that his McFly pals were delighted to received him back into their rather grungily-dressed open arms.
Danny has loved the experience and has discovered a really very impressive tenor voice in himself that I think will be very handy when the inevitable happens and McFly gets swatted by the fickle finger of fame.
It was a very tough decision I was not happy to see him dangling at the bottom of voting for the second week in a row. And it has continued the pattern where last week’s saved Popstar becomes this week’s sacked Operastar.
Onto the frock front and this week’s show provided two notable outfit malfunctions. Katherine’s ravishing Susan Neville vamp frock in an electric shade of Cartland looked sensational but proved tricky to steer. At the back of our now rather musty-smelling Critics Box there’s a steep step up. At the end of the show when Rolando and Katherine have to scamper right the way round out lavish set to present the flowers to our loser it’s always a close run thing to get the glamorously-frocked mentors to the right place in time for their camera angel. This week Katherine needed a bit of a heave up or heave down to deal with the Critics Box step. All well and good and Mr Meat in gallant mode offered her his arm as she lunged at high speed towards the back of the box. This was gratefully received. Less gratefully received was that he inadvertently trapped the end of Katherine’s pink silk fish tale under his rock and roll biker boot. Dame Jenkins was very nearly de-frocked by Meatloaf!
Much more publicly there was the saga of Darius’ flies. As he very persuasively gave us his finest Figaro, I noticed a metallic glint from beneath the jacket of his bespoke Tom Baker suit. I hissed at Meat that I thought the seven-foot singing Scotsman was infact a flying low Scotsman. Of course Meat (like George Washington before him) can’t keep his gob shut and bellowed at Darius that he needed to check his fly. It was indeed agape. I pointed out to him in the bar afterwards that there was no point in trying to either impress or indeed intimidate the judges with traditional Scottish kilt tactics. It might have worked in Carry on Up the Khyber but our little Operatic Muppet Show remained unmoved.
So onwards and upwards to the semi-final and as the chairs start emptying like an Operatic version of Agatha Christie’s 10 Little Sopranos, the competition becomes more fraught and the show quicker, shorter and even more unmissable.
Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen
Presenter, Sunday Spa 9-11am
