Pawp Idol
I've been giving the lungs a good old airing the last few weeks. I've been been practising for the new reality talent show extravaganza, Pawp Idol. I'm working on a selection of numbers at the moment, with a definite leaning towards power ballads. Unfortunately, my attempts at giving the dynamic duo a rendition fall on deaf ears. Instead, they stupidly think I'm demanding attention. "What's wrong, baby!", they say. "Do you want a cuddle?".
No, I don't want a cuddle. I want you to accept that what I'm giving you is the best performance of "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion that you've ever heard. From a cat, anyway.
"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on."
I loved that film. Sniff.
I've been giving the lungs a good old airing the last few weeks. I've been been practising for the new reality talent show extravaganza, Pawp Idol. I'm working on a selection of numbers at the moment, with a definite leaning towards power ballads. Unfortunately, my attempts at giving the dynamic duo a rendition fall on deaf ears. Instead, they stupidly think I'm demanding attention. "What's wrong, baby!", they say. "Do you want a cuddle?".
No, I don't want a cuddle. I want you to accept that what I'm giving you is the best performance of "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion that you've ever heard. From a cat, anyway.
"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on."
I loved that film. Sniff.