It was terrible.
I didn’t sleep a wink last night.
Can I ever banish those frightful sights and sounds that are forever seared into my brain? Who can forget the sight of the pathetic victims as they screamed for mercy, with cries that were painful to the ears and a look of utter helplessness in their eyes? Who can forget the mindless animal roar of the crowd as they screamed for blood? Worst of all though is the sight of the torturers – the glint of utter evil in their eyes, and the look of sadistic smugness on their faces.
It is the memory of the sounds which disturb me most. The sounds that emanated from the Roman Colosseum could have been no worse, as the Christians were fed to the lions and the gladiators hacked one another to death.
I wish I could forget.
But I can’t.
Those two minutes where I accidentally watched the X-factor were the worst two minutes of my life.