Two guys sitting at one of the tables, with their coffee. Earnest types, having an earnest conversation. Nerds.

You could tell from the way she, from her entire body language, that that was how she felt, that was where her passion was coming from, and you have to understand that to understand her whole life story. And you know from your own experience...

A female saint? It sounds as if they've actually seen her. Maybe just some woman they know. Or maybe someone like - like Sinead O'Connor. Didn't she become a nun? She shaved her head. Went serious. I bought one of her records, "Nothing compares with you". I wonder if it's still upstairs? Packed away in a box, under a pile of other boxes. That's what Ingrid does with my stuff. Crap, she calls it. Daddy's mess. My individuality. The kids laugh. She gets them on her side.

Susan Boyle, like, you can imagine, one minute you're just this funny-looking woman from Scotland, and the next minute, like, everybody in the whole world knows who you are. And she had, like, stalkers and everything. So I'm not surprised, I don't blame her if she went a bit mental, I feel sorry for her...

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