Look at Susan Boyle-in-a-bag, mad as a box of hair and entertaining the Americanish public down London’s glittering New York, doing a mischief with that red scarf (she’s got the two neutrals and a splash rule down, so credit where credit crunch is due), and even bringing some audience members to tears. For realz.
And talking of singing potatoes, that little money shot dance she does after each. And every. Performance is not only creepy, but is a little too much on the wrong side of INSANE for our delicate palates thankyouverymuchindeed. You just know she’s on the verge of doing one of these.
And where’s her cat during all of this showing off, hmmmn? Thanking its lucky stars, that’s what.
Oh, and the real madness begins at 3.26. And wait till she shouts, ‘Give them a wave!’ at the very end. We almost lept out of seats. Then had to be gently lowered back into them again.
ps. More Susan Boyle-ness, ici. Funs.