Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Off to Challst'n...
Crikey! Just when I was about to get to the really greasy details of my naval stint, the doohickey those nice American Idol people implanted in my forehead starts to throb. It seems a shrinking army of off-key songbirds are warbling in the City of Challst'n and my lenslinging assistance is needed. Will I suffer the brooding stares of a countless Chris Daughtry wannabes? Will I camera-dance with castoffs as they curse the lineage of the testy Brit who just crushed their dreams? Will I tire of the whole charade after twenty minutes? Yes to all three! But, will I blog?