
I'm watching the ARIAs (Australian Recording Industry Awards) tonight (mainly because Something for Kate is nominated) and it's barely been on ten minutes and I want to strangle Delta WhatsHerFace... Goodrem. The Neighbours chick who has gone the way of many of her fellow soapie stars and recorded an album in an effort to seem like less of a brainless bimbo and project some "depth". Ordinarily such a person wouldn't really register in the scale of Decent Music, or even the ARIAs, but Delta had the misfortune to come down with cancer recently, and so she's scored herself a record ten nominations in this year's awards.
(And she's just bloody well won her first one.)
Now, far be it from me to wish misfortune on someone striken with a potentially fatal disease, but I've had about as much as I can take from this talentless clotheshanger. Bad enough she's dominated the print and tv media, but now she's going to scoop the music awards pool, not because she actually is a good singer and deserves to, but because everyone feels sorry for the stupid bint.
(And she's just won another one - that's it, I'm looking for something else to watch)
Call me heartless and unfeeling, but just because you might die is no reason why you should win a whole bunch of awards despite your abyssmal lack of ability.
And on that note, next year's CBFFAs? I'm declaring myself terminally ill with the human variety of Mad Cow's Disease, the one that's impossible to spell.