Screw the Daily Mail! Burlesque is totally ironic.
It's confusing though. I can't decide whether to be liberated by wearing no trousers, or by being as self-deprecatingly shy as Rebecca "Don't look at me" Ferguson. The two options seem to be mutually exclusive.
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| How to get into the final: don't be as gobby as Cher Lloyd. |
Anyway, congratulations must go to Matt Cardle, who won the competition, and, it seems, a cat.
Or possibly many cats? I can't quite seem to lipread exactly what Harry from One Direction is saying to him here.
Remember Matt, no matter how famous your Christmas no.2 makes you, a pussy is for life, not just the festive season.
