Red is the new Black. Half of the text refuses to change from grey to black and I must have uniformity for my sanity, so it’s all red from now on, like the mist before my eyes. WordPress grey is like a Stockport summer sky and I just can’t do wishy-washy; it’s not in my nature.
Phase Three of the X Factor started on Saturday, with the live shows. I was disappointed in Matt’s performance; it wasn’t terrible but he’ll have to get better if he’s going to win. I preferred his boot camp audition. He starts singing at 1:40.
Mary was fantastic but I don’t think she’ll win.
Aiden Grimshaw was the stand-out performer of the night. I hadn’t rated him but the Hub, in his infinite annoyingness, spotted him from his first audition. Although I’ve loved the song in all its incarnations, I never really understood just how mad a world it is until I watched his interpretation.
Perhaps the song needed a teenager to bring out the real meaning: it seemed to me that on Saturday Aiden was channelling Monday-morning Spud. Today’s Drama of the Week was initiated by odd socks. If my boys are anything to go by, grunge fashion extends as far as the feet; my sons never wear matching socks if they can avoid it.
I’ve another pair at home just like it.
Spud has to wear black socks for school on pain of being expelled, but I compromise by buying multiple pairs of the same pattern so he has matching socks but they are not necessarily from the same pair. Aren’t I clever?
This morning, he had a hissy fit because he had no school socks – and he had brought down his washing basket at eleven o’clock last night. I can only assume I should have set my alarm early and got up at five to wash them. I don’t have a tumble dryer but that’s not a problem because the morning screaming I do would provide enough hot air to send him off to school with the toastiest toes in Stockport.
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Perhaps my child’s descent into typical teenagerdom inspired this bleak senryu, which came from the latest Writer’s Island prompt, ‘envision’. It was five stanzas long at first, but you need to know the Book of Revelation to appreciate it, and it was so grim I couldn’t bring myself to post the rest.
Apocalypse
Envision a world
where fowl gorge on the flesh of
kings, and hope is dead.
The Laughing Housewife 
Morning Tilly: missed most of X-factor as got fed up with all the hype and ads and turned over to some other rubbish – so good that I can’t remember what if was. I agree Mary is splendid and I like the cheeky chap in the cap as well.
Please post the rest of your apocalyptic senryu – if the first is anything to go by, they must be stunning.
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You should record it and ff through the boring bits, like we do. 150 minutes down to an hour.
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I rather think that Cheryl (now) Tweedy’s faith in her two some-time basket cases might turn out to be justified. In terms of sheer commitment and transcendence of the musical medium, I thought that Katie Waissel did the business. And there’s more under the hood from Cher Lloyd too. That having been said, Aiden Grimshaw looks to be pretty much the whole package and is probably main contender.
Knowing the rest of the Revelations material, I think that you were probably right to confine the imagery as you have! And what’s there punches well above its weight, anyway.
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We must have been watching a different show! I like Katie but I thought she lacked the commitment of FYD who, though not the best group, have obviously worked hard since even before the show started. Katie just wants to be famous but can’t learn the words for audtion pieces. I’d have voted her off.
I can’t take credit for the senryu, really, as the imagery is already there; all I did was contextualise it a little. But thanks!
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Spud and Meg have a lot in common. Teenage tantrums are big news in our house, not pleasant for any of us, or the neighbours! We must meet up and see if their teenenergy can be used for something better like reducing global warming, or whisking up giant oil spills…do you think we could go on Dragon’s Den with the idea? We just need a song like Levi Roots. You write the words, I’ll play my comb and paper!
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You sound too cheerful to be the mother of a teenager.
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Tell the Hub he has good taste…we don’t get the X-factor for obvious reasons (we have some version of it)but did like the last interpretation of that song.
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You’ll be getting your own version soon, now Simon has left American Idol.
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love music, thanks for sharing the songs.
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What is the X Factor? We don’t have cable.
Your poem took my breath away. After all the Happy Land singing, this dagger of a verse was amazing!!
Amy
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Think American Idol does Britain. You’ll be getting your own version soon; Simon Cowell is deserting us.
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