Leo Sayer’s quest for acolytes continues unfulfilled, for now.

Wednesday 17 January 2007

I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I last wrote about Leo Sayer. Someone, equally incredulous, just wrote to me to say, “I can’t believe you haven’t posted about Celebrity Big Brother yet,” as if I’m the sort of person who watches much TV besides darts. I had no idea what the anonymous well-wisher was driving at, until I remembered who one of this year’s contestants was: the former pop star who moved to Australia with the immortal words…

I don’t know how much luck he’s had inspiring the youth of Australia, but he’s been back in the UK trying to engender veneration from the likes of Ken Russell and Face from The A Team. Sadly, it seems Australia is still a more enlightened place than Borehamwood, because he’s already quit the show, “after knocking down a door with a shovel.” And he’d run out of clean underpants. Paul McCartney was right about saints. Happy now, Anonymous?
  1. Ken Russell is really on it, then?

  2. I'm very happy. You never disappoint.

  3. Lucy, yes he was! But sadly he quit the show in disgust even sooner than Leo did. I had dreams of him staging an impromptu biography of Shostakovich, with our man Sayer in the titular role, and Cleo Rocos as Zhdanov.

    You heard me. Cleo Rocos!

    And remember, I never disappoint.