The American Idol also-ran has been spitting feathers - and sequins, possibly, given his flamboyant tastes - over fellow Syco marionette, Susan Boyle. Piqued that a dowdy wee West Lothian wifey pipped would-be glam rocker to top the US charts, he tears into Boyle’s album, branding it ‘terrible.’ It seems her ‘horrendous, sacrilegious’ treatment of Wild Horses made him cry with laughter. Strange, that’s precisely how I reacted when I first clocked Lambert - his look? Lea DeLaria meets Liza Minnelli, the prescription drugs years, styled by a blindfolded Julian Clary. Have the ‘certain funguses’ he apparently experimented with scrambled the snippy (m)Adam’s brain, because newsflash, girlfriend! Your own album ain’t all that. Check out Strut, more of a lame limp, really. Traveling on Eurostar recently, Subo was mistaken for the Queen - that’s as in ‘of Britain’ not the jealous, bitchy Californian variety, Adam. What would your doppelganger Mike (pictured above left) think?
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