Morning! While I was indulging my little Fanta fetish last night, the rest of the team were busy guzzling the GDP of a small country in free Georgian alcohol and eating mushroom tarts and very, very chocolatey chocolate and warm bread and a cheeseboard to die for and things.
Suffice to say, there are headaches in OnEurope Towers this morning. Fortunately, I, that is me, have kept a cool head and arrived midway through Niamh’s runthroughs and not given her my full attention.
Didn’t think it seemed like an especially good showing though – she may have fallen victim to a 24-hour walkout by the Norwegian Hairdressers’ Union, and vocals weren’t at their brilliant best either. Nothing disastrous, just not at her best for me.