Here's a strange thing. I hate Idol more than most things, and think that the contrived musical nothings these 'artists' produce are akin to having pointy pieces of wood poked into your inner ear while simultaneously having a bright light shone in your face and ballbearing inserted into your arse.
But......now you're all talking about it, I'm actually interested to know what this poop is like. I didn't realise Icky-Ricky commanded such respect/hatred from THE KIDS....and all this talk of boobies is making me come over all unnecessary.
Thanks David Dixon, you've convinced me to find the beauty in everything, even the things I despise.