
People of Love Machine, we have witnessed THE FUTURE! Although we witnessed it on Friday but were a bit busy and didn't write it up until now, so it's probably THE PRESENT by now. Who knows.
To be honest we've not been keeping track of these things so we don't know quite what part of it was the incredible revolutionary bit, but Love Machine favourites
MINI VIVA did a half-hour live webcast thing where they sat on a sofa chatting away to the camera. And to prove that it actually happened and they weren't pulling a Sandi Thom, they were responding to questions submitted by Facebook and Twitter.
Yes, Frankee and Britt were doing the modern equivalent of saying "Mr Watson come here, I want to see you" into some kind of trumpet. We 'liveblogged' the event, and it went something like this:
16.31 There they are!
16.36 Over 200 viewers. An advert for a language school in Tokyo has just popped up: 'when keyword matching goes wrong'
16.37 Someone asks "Frankee can we get a closeup of the pattern on your top". It's all gone a bit Babestation.
16.42 Britt: "I like smelly cheese"
16.44 Strange fan ident video. If this was Chat Roulette we'd definitely have clicked "next" at this point.
16.46 Crashed. Boo!
16.47 We're back! "Did Britt forget to put 50p in the meter?"
At this point someone phoned and distracted us so absolutely anything could have happened for the next ten minutes16.55 Frankee really does have brilliant hair.
16.58 Someone asks, ""A QUESTION FOR BRITT. HAVE YOU EVER ACCIDENTALLY PUNCHED ANYONE IN THE EYE? MAYBE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?" Controversial.
16.59 That's it!
We can't help but feeling that the best popstars have an aura of untouchability - you can't imagine Lady Gaga sitting on a sofa talking to a camera about cheese even at the start of her career - but if fan interaction is what you need to do, this was fan interaction done well. Apparently this is becoming a weekly thing, so
tune in next Friday at 4.30 to ask Mini Viva those burning questions. A Love Machine t-shirt goes to whoever can trick them into saying the smuttiest innuendo.