Waa-waa-waa boo-bloody-hoo. Look, I love a good bit of social networking to comment on TV. Twitter and facebook are half the bloody reasons to watch stuff like Apprentice, Question Time and the X Factor live as they air rather than recording them for later. It's fun to have causal banter about who should win (OMFG, DIversity 4EVA!!) and who should not (Ruth Lorenzo is ttl shte haha blaad :D) or make irreverent comments about politicians (Why does Margaret Beckett look like she's been drawn by Quentin Blake?). BUT all of this pales into comparison with what happened last Saturday. Last Saturday the X-Factor auditions moved from a dingy room and just the judges to a full blown arena, with the contestants given backing tracks. A bit cheesy, a bit naff but not that big a deal.
But oh, no. Not for my mates. It ruined it all. A nameless Scottish acquaintance said that the transition from small room, to boot camp to TV studio showed the journey of the performer. But, but said I in an incredulous manner... this is exactly how Britain's Got Talent works and nobody cared then. They moan, they howl, it's just different they say. And I do not care one fucking jot. Get over it, it's still trash, you still love it and you'll gossip about it til January.
PS - Next week in the biggest telly shocker of all time, instead of the most attractive female judge sitting on his right (once Dannii, now Cheryl) Louis shall take this role instead. Why I hear you ask. Are they having an illicit affair? Did Cheryl finally get so thin she's starting to decompose and smell bad? I invite you to speculate.
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