Like all other cynics, it took me weeks before I got down to watching Susan, and when I did, I was prepared for a woman as her name is – plain Susan. I’d heard her name and seen her name, but part of me believed it could be a William Hung typecase.

In her drab dress, and foofy hair, the joy was all sincere and heartfelt when she jumped a little and covered her mouth, I wanted to scream for her happiness. But now that I have heard her, she has since already changed her image. For all the leopard print heels and brightly coloured cloths she wraps herself in now, I like her much better here, as a nobody.

Still, an amazing voice, a great gift.