The judges. I only really know Stan Walker and he weems rather fresh meat to be hosting. No idea who Ruby Higgins is. Daniel seems very last century in a one hit wonder way. And the cold lady seems to have taken one too many valiums. And as I do not know who the judges are I just do nor care what they think or say. So I stopped watching after ten minutes on demand as I just did not care. Full disclosure, last year I was watching the OZ, U.S. U.K versions and gave up on all of them before the end. Just too much shite talent and bullshit and ‘making people over’. I also do not like the hardship stories. Awful and manipulative. The seams are showing in the franchise. Shall not watch again.
First Ross Goodwin, Now Kevin Black. Was in the radio industry for years.
He got off a ship in London one day in the 60s, went to a pub and met a bloke who knew a bloke in pirate radio and that was the beginning of his radio career, but I got that from the clips because I wasn’t about to ask. He seemed quite keen on the idea that we stay until 4pm (it was 11am) and get on the gin, but he’s always had more stamina than normal people and being 67 doesn’t seem to have slowed him down much.
He is, like many ageing rock’n’rollers, conservative, and Conservative. He said, when giving me his address: “Bwing a Wange Wover.” He lives in Victoria Ave, in Remmers. That was a terrible joke. He might be a bit embarrassed about the rebel rock DJ having ended up on Vickie Ave. I don’t know about that either, because at first he said, yes, a bit, probably, and then he said, “I guess I’m proud of it as an achievement but I don’t want it to be a measurement, right?”
How delicious. Go and see them. The ladies are very winsome. The men are smoking hot.