Buble, Buble, Buble. Where can we begin...
Michael Buble manages to make us go quiet, which is no mean feat. Seriously. We might be nattering away ten to the dozen and suddenly his cherubic, cheeky, drop dead gorgeous face appears on screen, we hear his voice and...shut up. For the duration of his appearance on tv. This may be something those who know the fairies may like to keep in mind in those moments of needing some silence. We won't argue.
And he is funny. He is sarcastic, self-deprecating (although we can't help but feel he may be a teensy bit arrogant, he makes every effort to appear modest. And he does it so well.) He gave up a promising career as a fisherman to follow his easy-listening dream. He has lovely shiny shoes. He is chatty with his audience, and has a pretty British sense of humour - a great thing in our book. His voice makes us melt, and he has the audience in the palm of his hand - just watch them. Even the boys (admittedly in the minority....) can't get enough of this cute crooner. He plays table-tennis like a demon. He used to be a party-boy but has cleaned himself up for the love of his life. Seriously, what's not to like??????
If he was any more knicker-wettingly amazing, the world might just explode.
So, watch his incredible performance, and if you don't fall swooning to the floor you are obviously from another planet.
Or a ridiculously uncompromisingly straight man. And let's face it, even then......you probably would?
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