I've just had coffee with a friend of mine. You know, the one that entered 'Britain's Got Talent'.
It was lovely to hear how the whole thing went. Let me share a few little nuggets with you.
The queues had already formed before friend and their family turned up for the audition.
The weather was reasonably clement, so queueing up for the required two and a half hours did not present too much of a problem.
The queue. A be-fezzed magician who constantly got the card tricks wrong, a darts player in a black suit with diamante lapels (who would end up singing 'Delilah') a couple of gay punks with mohican haircuts who kissed and cuddled all the way to the entrance just to keep warm.
And in the background a huge truck with a laser display showing Les Mis the movie clips and ads for BGT.
The entrance? To what? Well it turned out that they were in the gym hall of a county cricket ground. And the whole place was full of artistes, all waiting to strut their stuff.
Drag artists, girl bands, more dart players and my friend.
Cameras everywhere, but no Simon, no Amanda...of course not. My friend had done the research. These were the preliminary heats. Thousands whittled down to an ultimate five hundred or so.
Interviews were done, songs were sung and all before the real thing. My friend was in group F, and was the last of the day to go up.
Room 21. The President's Suite.
Diamante Dart Player was in and out in ninety seconds...friend was in for about six minutes. And it seemed to go well. LA guy behind the desk was very encouraging.
So, the waiting begins.
I know nothing. I will keep you informed.
If friend makes it to the next stage I'll be sure to tell you - every vote counts, so we'll be counting on you!
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