Know your limits

The Twitter limits message
My definition of hell


Tonight Twitter told me I had reached my limit. Take a load off, wait a few hours, try again later.


Australia experienced its first ever The Voice Grand Final on Monday night.

I’d been limbering up my fingers for hours in preparation of the twitterfest that was going to ensue.

I was in fine form when suddenly people started saying I’d been on the twitter tv stream. I was too busy tweeting to actually watch the television.

Tweet on The Voice au
Just another feather

(Shout-out to Baby Mac for her technological prowess at getting the screen grab for me)

I must say I was a little disappointed they hadn’t run with the one in which I informed Keith that he could strum me whenever he wished. Curious.

After the weird post-Voice awkwardness, which Beth so aptly likened to when the lights go on at the Blue Light Disco and you realise who you’re kissing I shifted over to Q & A – that interminable show which has me yelling at the television and going to bed cranky – when that message up there appeared.

An intervention may be necessary.



The Voice: semi finals

Well we’re really getting to the pointy end of the competition and I have to say this. A short reality TV program is a good reality TV program. Seriously, it’s rollicked along and BAM here were are, deciding the winner. I loike it. I loike it a lot.

Last night we went from eight contenders to four and let’s be frank, as Seal has said, the show is called ‘The Voice’ not ‘The Singer’ – we’ve seen lots of excellent singers on the show but few ‘voices’.

We said goodbye to

Ben Hazelwood The Voice Australia 2012
Val Kilmer, is that you?

Ben Hazelwood

Dianna Rouvas The Voice Australia 2012

Dianna Rouvas (a travesty but more on that later)

Fatai The Voice Australia 2012
Sixteen year old freakazoid voice of awesome

Fatai (SIXTEEN! The girl is going to be a superstar) and

Glenn Cunningham The Voice Austraila 2012
Justin Timberlake in disguise

Glenn Justin Timberlake Cunningham.

So Ben Hazelwood is this competition’s Shannon Noll. He’ll be the Triple M poster boy before you can slap a flanno on him and call him mate.

Dianna Rouvas will get a record deal and be the next Tina Arena. The girl can sing like no other, has spunk and a sense of humour. She’s going to be a star. Maybe not huge but a star all the same.

Fatai Veamatahau – SIXTEEN and the most incredible voice. She’s got a lifetime ahead of her, let’s just get her through school first.

Glenn Cunningham. Delta’s real-life back-up singer. The guy can sing but… he’s a back-up singer. And you know what, there’s really nothing wrong with that.


Dianna was the only one it was tragic to see go. I felt pained for Keith in making the decision and was happily offering up my ample bosom for him to nestle amongst while choosing between Dianna and Mr Percival but the writing was on the wall. Dianna deserved the final spot but Mr Percival has the sentimental vote and will probably win it. I suspect there’s some sort of cash bonus to judges if their contestant takes out the top prize so Mr Percival it was.


Who is this Mr Percival of which I speak?

Darren Percival The Voice Australia 2012
Mr Percival

So here we have Dad. Darren Percival. Look, he is a mahoosive crowd favourite and I copped a bit from strangers on Twitter for not singing his praises from the rooftops. The guy can sing. There is a nice timbre to his voice but really? Vanilla. So why so popular? Well he’s quite partial to shedding a tear and you can tell he is a good good guy. I call this the Damien Leith Syndrome. Clearly a lovely guy. Clearly can sing. Clearly outrageously normal in every way. We all warm to that. It tells our synapses that, ‘look! A good guy! Is winning! If he can do it…’ he gives us Hope. Seeing someone like Damien or Mr Percival make it gives us hope that in our everyday trudge something great is possible. That we too could be plucked from obscurity and lauded by all.

But he’s not the best in show.

She is:

Karise Eden The Voice 2012
The Voice

Karise Eden has a remarkable voice. I’ve heard it in real life in comparison to other finalists on the show and she outshines all of them. There is a “quality” to her voice which sets her apart. On the night I was there only one other had that same element and that was Fatai. Seal can pick them. Creepy lizard eyes and inappropriately long holds and or gazes aside.

Mind you, Sarah De Bono is a belter:

Sarah De Bono The Voice 2012 Team Joel
A belter

She can knock a song out of the park. Seriously good.

Then we have Racheal Leahcar:

Rachael Leahcar
the fairy princess

Just a total aside, she is teeny tiny. Like pint-sized. Thumbelina or Tinkerbell come to mind which is appropriate considering all the judges ever say about here is gush gush an angel gush gush ethereal gush gush gush. I think this week we did see her step up but that may well have been out of fear considering she is technically blind and they put her up on a plinth. She’s out of her league with the other three finalists. Next!


So who should win? Well, it should have come down to Karise or Dianna but Keith chose Mr Percival so he’ll probably take it out. Not the outcome I’d hope for but still, watching it unfold.



Oh – all images are from The Voice Australia official website.

The Voice Australia and Keith Urban’s Undies

Last night I was here:

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If you don’t know what this is then you’re dead to me. Move along. Nothing more for you here.

(OH OK, for those cultural elites among us, or perhaps just those who don’t watch tele (weirdos) these are the chairs from The Voice, possibly the best reality talent show EVER.)

There were some MAJOR revelations for me being ON SET as opposed to ON MY LOUNGE.

1. Seal and his creepy pedo snake eyes are no where NEAR as creepy, pedo or snakey in real life. In fact, in real life he’s this huge physical presence. AND he was wearing the most supple red leather boots. It took a LOT of self control not to fling myself at his feet and stroke the preshusssness.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home

2. I’ve never been a fan of Australia’s answer to Celine Dion, Delta Goodrem but I haven’t been one of the Haters either. Now? TOTAL CONVERT. My GOD that woman can sing. She has chops on her that bring on involuntary goosebumps and raise the roof. Absolutely incredible.

Also – the ONLY judge on the night to stay back and meet with the fans. Joel could not get out of there quick enough and Seal was not far behind him.

Ridiculous fairy princess outfit but what a voice

3. The host is some vanilla white bread English guy. He was funny and good at what he does but I still have no idea who he is and struggle to remember his name. Darren? Darin? Derwood?

Cute and good at his job. Still can't remember his name.

4. DEVO – Keith had some big dealio show on in the States that had been locked in months before The Voice got underway so wasn’t there. BUT, being the consummate professional he was hooked up via satellite for the whole show – which on his timezone had him up from 1ish to 4.30ish in the morning. FANGIRLING.

my face smoosh plan? FOILED.

Also, we got to see his undies.


(Photo via Helen Razer’s razor wit on Just B)

5. All of the contestants are great singers, that stands to reason. But ON SET, the difference between great and HOLY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE A SUPERSTAR is far more obvious that when watching on the tele. Chris and Greg knocked it out of the park in terms of performance, but Fatai and Karise? In a league completely unto their own.

Fatai is all of SIXTEEN and came out dressed as the human tampon but my LORDY BE that girl can sing. It affects the oxygen in the room. Truly.

A harp and a smoke machine = a HIT

Karise was up last and apart from being dressed in upholstery with Morticia hair and clearly being a bit nervous again, she alters the oxygen in the room. It’s incredible, truly it is.

6. The salmon female shorts tuxedo? Just as bad in real life (thank GOD she is a contender).


7. It was like I was coming home. Tell me it doesn’t look like I belong there every.single.week. I need some sort of job on set. STAT.

Missed my calling

The hugest shout-out to the mighty Di (@MsDovic) who had tickets and asked me along. We had an absolute blast. Next time we’re taking WAY more snacks and a six pack of Cruisers.

Goddesses in attendance