Barry Egan: Music lover finally cracks in debate on whether 'X Factor' supremo Cowell's a good or bad egg
The anodyne acts on shows like Britain's Got Talent would scramble anyone's brains.
Simon Cowell is so frozen with botox it's impossible to read his sarcasm, quipped Gareth Dimelow last year on the website Sabotage Times. Last weekend on the finale of Britain's Got Talent it was not that difficult to read the emotion on Cowell's face for once. The historic occasion? A woman, former contestant Natalie Holt, appeared on stage and threw eggs at the cranky one.
The security guards soon ejected the intruder from the stage, as opera singers Richard and Adam Johnson, singing The Impossible Dream, did their best to pretend that nothing had happened. Something culturally important had happened, however. And it wasn't two gormless dimwits slowly murdering The Impossible Dream.
Someone had finally done to Simon Cowell what many of us, secretly, even openly, have thought about doing for years: give him a couple of eggs in the mush.