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Our Janet shaped weekend
From our hotel window Wembley’s icon arch was just visible through Sunday’s early morning haze. It hadn’t been a dream then; we were still in London.
Tired, hungry and with more than a little pain around the temple region, I was nevertheless restless, eager to be up and talking to someone about the previous night’s X Factor adventure. We had chatted with Johnny, whistled at Kelly and even hugged Janet, telling her “good-luck” for the public vote (not that she would need too much of it, as it happened) and in short, we had loved our live Xperience. We had even shouted at the Hoff!
And the best part was, there was still the results show to come.
I checked the photos on my phone just to make sure I hadn’t tottered off the Cliffs of Crazy but sure enough there we were, wide-eyed, beaming and sometimes more than a little out of focus. “Unreal,” I found myself saying. “Unreal.”
The previous night Herself and I had travelled with Janet’s parents, Patricia and Aquinas to watch the flame-haired teenager perform in one of the biggest shows on TV.
Cousin Janet has taken the singing world by storm since her first rendition of Elton John’s Your Song on that first show and since then has cemented her position as one of the clear favourites to clinch the much-hyped X Factor crown. She is performing – by anyone’s standards – far and away beyond her 16 years and time after time, performance after performance, she appears to be growing into her superstar roll. Beyonce has tipped her to topple the competition. Elton John is apparently a fan.