I love Abba. I love Mamma Mia.
We know Colin can’t really sing. We know no one looks good in jacked up disco garb. It takes a special kind of humility to know you’re not going to be good, but do it anyway; to know you’re going to look absurd, but not really care. That’s our Colin.
In honour of Suzanne’s birthday, two scenes today. One not sounding great, one not looking great. I never said he was perfect. But he’s pretty damn close.
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