Bye bye little red.

Call her what you will... An undercover ranga. A thinking strumpet (whoops I mean crumpet). A warbler with a half-octave vocal range...

But last night, it was Sophie Paterson that was eliminated from Australian Idol. Can't say it was a big surprise. I am however a little saddened that we have to hear porky Jabba try and belt out another piece of garbage. Nothing short of a shithouse indictment on us all.

But for little Soph, no 007 is a pretty impressive outcome for someone in a singing competition who didn't actually sing properly. (I admit she is not as bad as Lisa I-can-put-an-exaggerated-vowel-sound-in-any-word Mitchell)

Anyhoo, didn't you just lurve her Idol journey video package? From Soph's grass roots of yesterday at the farm in sommawhere'afarrawaaaay:

The hills are alive with the sounds of warbling

To Soph's 'ranga roots of today:

Quick! Where is the platinum coating?

The symbolism is like an onion. Many layers.

Onwards we march to the Opera House steps. We must now band together to ensure that Jabba, Shearer and Marky Mark are turfed next in that particular order.

Vote 191010 Wes.