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Well, it was fun whilst it lasted, wasn't it?
Um, well... for certain values of 'fun', anyway. To tell the truth, when I first learned that Chico had made it through into the final twelve, my heart sank. I couldn't see him lasting beyond a week, and thought that Sharon was a bit mental putting him into her group. Nothing I saw in the first couple of weeks changed my mind a bit. But then, something strange happened. Like Simon, I began to warm to him. It wasn't that he was good, he was terrible, but in some perverse way, it didn't matter. He ran around the stage, jumping around, generally being a bit of a hoot. He bought on kids, sang his own song (again, dreadful), but he was entertaining. You never knew what he was going to do next. And I liked that.
He was never going to win. He was there to have a good time, to enjoy it whilst it lasted. And that part of his performance was infectious. Imagine how boring the show would have been if he hadn't been in it till this week?
But now we're in the closing stages of the competition, the "big guns" (Andy, Shayne, Journey South and Brenda) are left. It was his time; his 'Chico time'.