Thank you, Holly. Simon?

Er, right, Holly, er, your mouth is far, far too big when you sing. I mean, it was like looking into a cave. I've never seen anything so huge in my life. And because your mouth is so big, this weird noise—sound—comes out of it. It was absolutely... terrible.

Well, what would you say to the people that employ me now?

Who are they?

A holiday firm that have a massive chain throughout the country. And I've sung over the years to thousands of people. So, why would I keep getting employed if I'm as bad as you're saying? Please answer me that.

Because it is one thing being a singer in a holiday camp—

No, no, no. I'm not just a singer. I have to have this. This is what I do.

I was just saying—making the point it is one thing being a singer in a holiday camp—

Yeah, I know, but I know you're—I've I was—

And it is another thing being a recording artist!

The thing is though, Simon, I have to be given a chance.

No, Holly, you're not a naturally good singer.

To be fair, every single person—there's thousands of people we see, and they—they would all love a chance to come through, and you just weren't good enough, babe.

OK.

It's verging on funny rather than serious, and I know that's not how you intend it to come across.

No, not at all!

Do you know what? Maybe you should take up, like, preachin’ or speechin’ or… because that part of it was great.

No.

Cheryl?

No, sorry.