we're glad that our favourite ever boy band member has got some work on the go. After all, we wouldn't like to see him tour the countries social clubs in a clapped out Clio doing his own solo gigs. Just imagine it, for the pricey sum of ?50, a couple of pints and a bag of salted nuts you could have Lee Ryan perform all of his erm??hits?.
During the recession, it hasn't been clear what the various members of Blue have been doing. Some say they had to take up summer jobs as cinema ushers or dog walkers. Lee Ryan has been off the radar but now it looks like he's back to reclaim his tile of ?biggest twonk in music? with some new tunes. But don't scoff at the thought of him releasing another album full of shit ballads. Oh yes, get ready to raise the roof for an album of dance music that will delight anyone who shops in poundland.
Over the years, Lee Ryan has brought us nothing but constant amusement. Whilst we could easily call his songs an insult to anyone who calls themselves a fan of music, we won't. After all, we have to give credit where it's due and admit that we couldn't reach those ridiculous high screechy notes. Not after being kicked in the nuts.
Perhaps our favourite TV reality chef failure is looking to broaden his market. After all, the songs he was penning were usually about love, courgettes, landfills and gramophones were usually aimed at teenage girls with heads the size of peanuts. Now it seems he wants to reach out to a new audience and prove he is a mature artist and not someone who beats up taxi drivers for no apparent reason.