[Sundae]

Slight tangent here.
When I lived in London and was sharing a house with people I hated (pre-Cellar) I was stopped in my tracks as I was about to leave the house. A beautiful high tenor voice had just sung "The hills are alive..."

It was obviously a recorded voice (the story isn't that exciting) but I had to poke my head round the door of the living room to check it out.
And there on the screen was Ewan McGregor, who I knew from gritty independent British films, singing like a tripped out angel in a dream in Baz Luhrmann's Moulin Rouge.

It's not fair tht some people get looks and talent and intelligence and social conscience and being all round jolly good chaps. And can sing too.

But life isn't fair, and where would we be without them after all.