It's done it again. Last time I watched Britain's Got Talent it made me cry (joy not pain) and I caught the repeat show on Sunday afternoon. Awful act followed strange act.
Then a little boy from the north of England gets up and says that he gets bullied at school because he doesn't sing the kind of music everyone else likes. (Must admit I thought when he opened his mouth Westlife or Busted were going to come flying out)
And you're already willing him to do well... and then he does! It's tracscendant, beautiful, sublime.
The kid can sing, Cowell smirks, Holden cries tears of joy and the audience, rightly, rise to their feet. We've all been in the presence of a miracle.
