My Deep, Dark Secret
I have a deep, dark secret. It’s something I keep to myself. I haven’t told anyone, not my friends, my parents, certainly not my sons.
Every Saturday, early evening, for about the past six or seven weeks I’ve been indulging myself in something that I’m little ashamed of. I don’t know why (well, I do), as on the face of it it’s wholesome and innocent but, the truth is, they all drag thoughts and feelings out of me that are far from wholesome, far from innocent. All of them.
They all care about it so much. It means so much to each one of them. Each of them puts every last part of their heart and soul into doing the very best they can. I sit through the whole show weeping gently at their sincerity, their effort, their charm, how pretty they are.
Yes it’s true, it’s truly pathetic. I am besotted. Each one of them is truly delightful, one minute ingenue, next minute vamp, all so very, very talented.
They are the girls of “Over The Rainbow”, Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s latest audition show to find Dorothy for The Wizard of Oz.
They are all gorgeous and I think I must be a dirty old man!