Sexy Talent?

I am still working, of course having had a lot of breaks, smoking breaks, diet coke breaks. I just have to finalize my project, well actually it's my Mister who's finalizing things. He's good at that and don't I love him for it. I'm good at running my polished nails through my hair and working myself in a state. Have had to re-write the National Anthem and that got me bored, but it had to be done because little people have their own vocal range. And that's ok. It's not as if I'm tired, it's night-time, the time when I deliver my very best. I still cannot for the life of me remember the lyrics of this Innu Malti. I sort of know them but I keep getting confused. Still thinking of Susan Boyle and also thinking of how shallow a world we have become. We love her now, we say she's got the voice of an angel and yet call her a hairy angel. I always think of an angel as something pretty, so it's either an angel or hairy. But we suck, we human beings just suck and we cannot even give a good sucking at that. We expect the sexy kitty to perform well. Humbug. If we want sex we should go to places providing the sex and not to Britain's got Talent. People working in the sex industry look sexy because that is their job.... to look sexy. Talent is something else....