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My name is Patrice and
I am an addict. I am, like many
Australians, addicted to The Voice. This reality talent quest has the power of
crystal meth. After just one hit I am hooked!
My addiction began
last night after being seduced by Channel Nine’s advertising barrage of the past
few weeks. The ads looked good and I was curious. Curiosity developed into
full-blown addiction tonight when blind teenager Rachel Leahcar sang me to tears.
Yep, you read it correctly – I had a little cry (while James laughed at me).
This is feel-good TV at its best.
The thing I love most
about The Voice, apart from the high quality of talent and the lack of annoying
repeated content after each ad break, is the judges. I love they way they pitch
so passionately when they really want a contestant. It makes for brilliant viewing.
I have now officially
confirmed my allegiance to Team Joel. His unashamed begging and desperation is
endearing, and amusing. Despite Seal’s brilliance at the elevator pitch – he
nearly had me a few times – there is something a little too smooth and
calculating about him (for me). The surprise package has been Keith Urban. Before today all I knew about him
was that he was married to Nicole Kidman. This fact did not endear him to me.
But ohhh, he is so lovely and genuine. Can I be on two teams?
I’m already counting
the minutes until tomorrow night’s episode. God I love crap TV!
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