Aug 16 2008

They’re back

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Yeah, that’s right, it is time for the return of The X Factor. I do love this show. I also hate it. Telly and I have a complex relationship. Just deal with it.

And this year we have a new judge, Cheryl somewan or other. From Girls Aloud, so the interwebs reveal. ooohhhh. Colour me impressed!

And the show starts off with a totally ott arrival of the four judges. In FOUR different helicopter. Won’t some one think of the environment. And of course references to whatsherface, you know, yer wan what sang about her bleedin heart. Leona. And yes, before you start, I pay no attention to these shows once we get past the point and laugh stage. Which is mean and nasty and bitchy. But oh so much fun.

I do feel sorry for a lot of these people. So called contenders that really can’t sing. Have they never heard themselves sing? Has no one ever said “don’t go on the telly singing, because while you’re grand at the karaoke, you aren’t good enough to go in front of Mr. Brutal”. I guess if they all listened to that then the likes of The X Factor wouldn’t be so popular.

I’m really enjoying Cheryl’s reactions. She seems so horrified that the auditions are so terrible. She was expecting a higher standard. ha! Has she never watched the show?

Tags: crap, hate to love, love to hate, reality TV, recap, Simon Cowell, The X Factor

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Jun 13 2007

I am sorry for all my sins, for not loving others and not loving you . Help me to live like Jesus and not sin again

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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.

The shame.

Especially when I watched Tony’s act because I thought that he really was good. And even the overly-sentimental music[1] that ITV play whenever anyone has a sad story[2] to tell didn’t ruin it.

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.
Linknotes:
  1. Could they possibly try and milk it more than they do?
  2. Ant and/or Dec will say meet X and the soft music will begin, to let you know that this is a sad story, so get ready to emote
Tags: Britains Got Talent, Piers Morgan, reality TV, Simon Cowell

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