Hurrah for Deborah Voigt!

Serious music featured in Guardian shock! One of the most imposing of singing fatladies shows off her new slinkiness in today's paper (one suspects this is the real reason for the article, or possibly nobody could think of a story containing the names of Lily Allen, Ricky Gervais or Damon Albarn). She protesteth a bit too much that it was NOT, double-repeat NOT about Covent Garden's objections on the eve of Ariadne auf Naxos... I'm not entirely sure about this, ditto the forthcoming production of Salomé at Chicago's Lyric Opera where there's every chance she will be required to get her kit off... but there's also lots about how she was just fed up with being size 30 and her joints were starting to show some strain. Her confessions of food addiction are sad and funny, and she looks good as a size 14. But don't overdo it, Debs - the voice is what counts. Like Jane Eaglen and Michelle DeYoung, as long as you're as good as you are, I'll pay for tickets to see you rather than any number of Katherine Jenkinses or Magdalena Kozenas. But please - tempted by a Snickers every 15 minutes? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!