Lisa Scott-Lee was B-list at Capital. What more did they want?
Lisa Scott-Lee finding out “Get It On” with Intenso Project was only at No. 23, despite being B-list at Capital, remains one of reality TV’s finest moments.
The disbelief. The fringe. The absolute certainty that the paperwork for pop stardom had been completed correctly.
Honestly, I relate. Some days you do everything right and life still puts you at number 23.
What’s your own “B-list at Capital” moment? When did you feel wildly underappreciated despite having made what you considered a VERY convincing effort?
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B-list at Capital, A-list in the national curriculum.
The fringe alone deserved a physical release.
Mine is putting proper clothes on to work from home and still being ignored on Teams.
I back Lisa. If I’d been played on the radio I’d have packed for the BRITs.
Getting my eyebrows done before a date who turned up in cycling gear.
When you order a large chips and the bag contains twelve. I’ve done my part.
Submitting a CV with no spelling mistakes and receiving a rejection addressed to someone else.
It’s the pause afterwards. She’s given them the evidence. Now she’d like an explanation.
Lately is a good pop song, though. I will defend that one without irony.
Going to bed early, drinking water, still waking up looking like an unclaimed parcel.
I wore the good shirt. He asked whether we could split a side salad. Number 23 behaviour.
Making a proper breakfast for guests and then watching everyone ask where the cereal is.
The phrase works beautifully as a response to a declined card.
Twenty-three is still twenty-three places higher than anything I’ve released. Mainly sighs.
Buying the expensive ingredients and producing exactly the same beige dinner. B-list at Waitrose.
When the outfit looks excellent in the bedroom mirror and a shop window immediately opens an investigation.
I’m on the B-list at the garden centre. They let me know when the compost comes in.
Washing my hair for plans that get cancelled ten minutes later. Surely there’s a compensation scheme.
The real question is why I can remember this entire television moment but not the password I made yesterday.
Honestly, it’s funny because the disappointment is so recognisable. You think you’ve finally done enough and the world shrugs. Still rooting for her.
You’ve definitely got an opinion.
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