Let this be a lesson about the dangers of fame. Or the dangers of Simon Cowell. Or the dangers of singing showtunes with a monobrow.
Susan Boyle has entered The Priory to be treated for the special kind of emotional exhaustion that you only develop when the public adores you, then suddenly ditches you for a backflipping toddler with a girl’s haircut.
It means we’ll never again see the Susan Boyle who we first fell for – you know, the heavily-edited Susan Boyle whose voice was deliberately obscured by applause to make her look better than she actually was. Sad.
