I try not to moan on my blog but is anyone else sick of The X-Factor?

I know I enjoyed it for the first time last year, but that was all because I trained at the conservatoire with Rhyd and it was really interesting to see how the TV portrayed someone I knew. (More details in a previous post.)

I do admit I like to laugh at the self deluded people who go on the show as it’s a kind of morbid comedy. So here’s the run down of some of the things that wind me up with this show in no particular order:

1) The long pauses before …. ….. . . . .. .. … decision

2) The false footing answers – “I think … you …. SHOULD … not … NOT .. .. go home … and pack your bags… to come back…. because I’m afraid ….you… have MADE it through!!!!

*Screams – contestant puts hand to face to stop their nose from falling off.

3) The harrowing back story – “Sophie is poor. She was hit by a tricyle and lost the use of her face and now she’s come to sing to us today on the anniversary of her great great great grandmothers dogs death”.

The use of pop to highlight decision (You’re through – Westlife plays). If you have any sort of musical brain you can see if it’s climaxing to major or minor and guess what each one means.

4) The guys who say “I AM MUSIC”, “I LIVE MUSIC”, “MUSIC IS MY LIFE”, “IT’S MY DESTINY” – Now I’ve spent thousands of hours practicing my craft and make a living from music. But I wouldn’t have the front to say any of those things. But then again I live in the Real World.

5) The guys who beg. “Please give m the chance to be on your stupid show so I can sell myself to the trashiest magazines around”, “I don’t know what I’d do if I don’t get through!!” Presumably you’d go back to your job at McDonalds??

Do these people live in a “special” bubble? I mean back in the day Rhyd always said that he wanted to be in a Westend style job and I assume that’s why he used this show. Whether the rumors are true or not I hear (from my mates who are still in touch with him) that he’s landed his spot on Broadway in Weber’s Phantom of The Opera 2.

I could go on … but …. I .. will … not… make you wait for my answer. So… I… won’t go on.

*That terrible Leona Lewis’ song plays up to the climax

Vomit