Who are these clowns "John" and "Edward"? They look like they belong to a cult - or they've come down from space to see how we do things down here and are reporting to their leader who goes by the Earth name of "Simon Cowell".
The trouble with Saturday night on ITV is that it is a self-perpetuating cartwheel of hurtling nonsense. It only needs a tiny push:
"Are you a Nobody who wants to be a Somebody? Not got the family onto Jeremy Kyle yet? Or even The Trisha Goddard Show? Come and see our self-appointed, self-important gurus who will belittle you ON THE TELEVISION."
You can hear the stampede to the auditions from inside the double glazing. Pictures are jolted from the walls as the masses scramble for validation of their existence.
If I am in of a Saturday evening, I prefer to use this time to clean the bathroom. I WOULD RATHER BE STARING INTO THE TOILET BOWL THAN THE SMUG CAPITALIST FACES OF THOSE WHO EARN HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF POUNDS A YEAR (conservative estimate) by contractually obliging the winner to sing and dance for a comparative pittance -
Sorry, got to go - my keyboard is on fire....
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