I wept…

when Freddie Mercury died.

Because there will never be another Freddie. He was bloody marvellous onstage, and I reckon he would have been so much fun to hang out with (insert your own favourite Queen Party rumour here such as naked midgets)

Yes, my bro’s can be also held partly resonsible for my Queen fascination.

Though I never liked Freddie in THAT way as, apart from the fact he had too many teeth which kind of scared me, there was just something about him that, even when I was 9, I sensed he wasn’t playing for my team.

The following is not only my favourite Queen song, it’s one of my favourite all time songs ever. And that’s a big call.

I am pretty sure it’s written about snorting cocaine off the chests of nubile, young men… but you know what?

That’s rock’n'roll for you.

Don’t Stop Me now – Queen – 1979

’staarayan Idol….

Wow.

I thought the contestants were ugly in Adelaide.

Fucking Brisbane has been hit with the ugly stick.

This is quite a funny episode.

Now, I know there is hot people in Brisbane.

After all, I used to live there. And JT lives there and he is a deadset spunk.

But those hot people must all be at The Vic for Jolly Jugs because they sure not at the auditions.

They all appear to be deluded. Can’t sing. Can’t admit they can’t sing. And it would be appear they are even struggling to dress themselves proper.