OK, put your hand up if you'd pay to see Peter Andre? Now keep your hands up and tell me what medication you're on.
The invitation came from Potters ( Britain's largest independent leisure resort) offering me priority booking for a special VIP performance by Peter Andre. Be careful of the language, I thought, because in my experience, "VIP performance" generally means a twenty minute singalong to a pre-recorded tape, followed by a "meet and greet." The email also promised," a fantastic atmosphere," and that, I guess, would be provided by a lot of drunk, middle-aged women, dancing on table tops. Also appearing were, "Never Forget", a Take That tribute act. I honestly can't be bothered to comment - so please just add your own punch line.
Now I'm sure Potters put a lot of thought into marketing their target audience, but I have to say on this occasion they are way wide of the mark. I can admire Mr Andre's hair and his impressive abs and I'm sure he's a lovely guy, but let me tell you, it will be a cold day in hell before I walk even a hundred yards up the road to see that guy sing karaoke.