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You’re special to your mum love

I really enjoy Australian Idol. Somehow it strikes a rare balance between people making complete prats of themselves, all the usual human failings of vanity and pretentiousness and immaturity, and regular heart-warming moments where someone who presents as a really likeable person is overcome with delight at getting recognition.

Not sure yet about this year’s offering. That annoying Lisa chick from 2006 has a lot to answer for if all this talk about an eruption of singer/songwriters on the show is any indication. There’s a limit to how many third-rate Damien Rices I can tolerate … one every four weeks is about right.

But already the show’s provided one of the highlights of the year, an absolutely sparkling example of contemporary self-obsession: an unattractive girl sobbing brokenly “I thought I was special but obviously I’m not”.

Sorry love, I know that’s a cue for the “of course you are” response but I was brought up never to tell a lie.