haw

 

perhaps we could have a ' Crop Idol ' competition where the boyo with the best turnips wins a years supply of good padded shirts from The Crofters.

 

alternatively we could have ' False Idol ' where assorted local ministers judge which non-hell-and-tamnation church should win an extended contract with the Devil himself ( interestingly the same prize as offered by Pop Idol ).   

 

or even ' Cnoc Idol ' where the boyz from that notorious Point 'hood could compete to win a house in town where the real action is at. ( established professional singers from Cnoc would of course not be eligible for this competition ) 

 

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O mo chreach's a thanaig what's Bill Gates done to the site? There used to be a picture of a classic Guireans sleeve to welcome us to this hallowed domain!

 

Anyway, what about a Scorp Idol comp, where the first airidh dweller from beyond the cattle grid to make it to the Mac's Bar wins a hen supper. Or Plook Idol, which could be a Stars in their Eyes crossover where we could look for the best Guireans looky-likey. Or something.

aha

 

what a good idea, a Guireans lookalike competition.

apart from the obvious Bod is Buddy Holly/Hank Marvin/Morrisey??!! and Ken ' Mexican Porn Star ' Livingstone, anyone got any other ideas ?

 

I'm sure that Rod Morrison Actorrr fellow is a dead ringer for Roddy Morrison.

 

Memphis Louie ( more John Inman than John Lennon ) 

There's a flaw in this Guireans lookalike competition idea. Shouldn't it  involve people who aren't Guireans trying to look like people who are?

 

So, for example, Morrisey would have to enter the competition and convince the judges that he looked like Bod, rather than the other way round.

 

Your average pop star's career would have to be going pretty badly for them to put themselves through such humiliation.

 

Mind you, thon Classix Nouveaux haven't had a hit for a while, so the chances of Sal Solo doing "Tonight, Rev Campbell, I'm going to be Gordon Macleod" are probably quite good.

Incidentally, it was just pointed out to me last night that I know the winner of the BBC's Fame Academy failure. I hadnt noticed cos I never watched the programme, but David Sneddon and I used to play on the same bill at the Tron and the Arches. He was always very nervous and laughed at all his own jokes (actually, he was so nervous he spent all his time laughing instead of introducing his songs) but he was a no-bad singer, if a bit nasal. Perhaps he could be the Balornock Idol or something. Maybe