crap. i know, that last line was uncalled for. whatever possessed me...? ¬_¬;;
it's just the darren hayes thing. just hard to believe he's out. i mean, how could it be that no ambitious reporter has confronted him before? first he reads Anne Rice, then he calls his toodly band Savage Garden, then he brags around that Castro's his favourite chill-out, then his idol is George Michael, then the way he says 'he's funny' when describing daniel in the documentary full of adoration, then he goes and sing Insatiable.
ladies and gentlemen, the gayest banana that ever fell off the tree.
