If I acted the twat and came across as a twat, then it’s Vince’s fault, not mine. Now I’d gone in as a character, Vince Venus and there was two reasons for this self-perseveration and comedy value. The judges took one look at me, heard my voice (it was awful) and decided that they wanted to go home and would, by coincidence, also be sending me in that direction. And when my moment came, it was over in seconds. I had nine hours of intense interviews, staged pieces to camera, chats with producers, chats with other contestants (my favourite bit) and a lot of sitting around. And thinking back, it was a punishing day. A tiredness that I hadn’t experienced before.
I did write that blog a couple of days after my BGT audition but it was the Saturday afterwards (I auditioned on the Wednesday) that I crashed. It can be a cathartic experience, blogging and this was a good example. I’m usually allowed 450 words in the magazine columns that I write but with the first blog I wrote on the whole experience, that was nowhere near enough and I found myself writing over a thousand in the end. So it’s been a bit of a process, as they say in the world of therapy, this whole Britain’s Got Talent thing.
