Last night I switched on ITV at 9 o’clock. This meant that I watched Britain’s Got Talent.
And so much worse than that was the fact that I actually enjoyed it.
Yes there were some terrible acts, and Piers Morgan is a bad version of a poor imitation of Simon, but Simon was his usual entertaining self. And while I don’t really know yer wan Amanda all that well she seemed nice, and not in a Paula “insane, inane, and terrible fake” Abdul way. So I found it entertaining, in a mindless enough fashion.
Luckily I am not alone, cause other people have been watching and enjoying too.
Post title is from that prayer you learn when you make your First Confession. Because this is, after all, a confession.