Cowell

Yes, American television viewers had fallen in love with Simon Cowell, the dangerous British bad boy with, secretly, a big heart.

When it premiered in the summer of 2002, no one had ever heard of Simon Cowell, Randy Jackson, or Ryan Seacrest.

Aunt Mary Cowell's letter turned up also, so I must get letters of thanks written to everyone in due course.

Prof. Cowell suggests that it was possibly adapted at the latter place to account for the effigy of the pedlar and his dog.

I supposed that this might be a piece of ingenious Fancy: but Cowell, who has been over to see me, says it is probable.

Poor Mocket was only forty when he died, succumbing, like Cowell, to the rough reception accorded to his book.

Out there under the sky the men stood silent, Cowell's head sticking up above the sea of faces, and McGregor talked.