The management of susan-boyle.com has devoted a lot of time and energy to ingratiating themselves with certain members of Susan Boyle's team. They figured that if they sucked up to the right people they could get lots of face time with Susan. Most fans are happy to go to a concert, see their favorite singer perform and go home with happy memories. But that's not enough for this crowd. No, they demand one-on-one contact with Susan Boyle and they're willing to go to the ends of the earth (or Scotland) to get it.
Other stars of Susan's stature can at least be free from fans intrusions in their own home towns. Not so for Susan Boyle. Several times a year her home town is literally crawling with fans. Fans who want a hands-on experience with the global superstar who has sold over 14, 000,000 albums to date.
How hands-on are these fans?
These women paid quite a lot for the privilege of draping themselves all over the Scottish Siren. Some of them gave money to Pickled Tink to help buy susan-boyle.com at auction. (Pickled is seen below with her face artlessly hidden by a tam. She cannot show herself in public because if she does, assassins sent by her many enemies will be able to find her. That's why she is the administrator of two fan sites for one of the world's most popular singers. She is hiding in plain sight, don't you know.)
In March and April there will be two, count 'em, two major fan gatherings near Susan Boyle's home town. One coincides with an awards show, while the other is supposed to celebrate Miss Boyle's 50th birthday. Pickled Tink will once again serve as tour guide/ringmaster for the March event. The other has been organized by a rogue band of fans from Susan's official website.
With her solid gold contacts in Susan's camp, PT has arranged another command performance by Miss Boyle at a luncheon the day after the Scottish Variety Awards Show. There will be more singing and dancing, along with the presentation of the world's ugliest quilt. No doubt Susan will be turned into a human teddy bear again and do some grief counseling on the fly to the grandmothers who tore themselves away from family tragedies to go party in Livingston.
The fan-led gathering won't be quite so lucky. Pickled Tink aka Jessie1267 has already warned them not to hope for even a whiff of Susan at their low-rent bash. Perhaps the Ladies Who Lunch In Livingston will be kind enough to share the odd photo with their less fortunate sisters in the time-honored spirit of “See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!”
