The why factor
I had a very nasty accident last night.
I was sitting there, minding my own business, flicking through the television channels as there was fuck all of interest on. I accidentally flicked through the X-Factor, and Herself gave a little squeal and asked me to stick with that programme.
I watched it for a while. After all, I had to see a bit of the programme that reputedly is the sole reason the Irish haven’t started a rebellion against our Glorious Gubmint. I lived to regret that decision however. The programme had the same fascination as a particularly nasty car crash. It was one of the worst programmes I have seen in a very long time.
The lowlight [as distinct from the highlight] had to be that little prick Walsh. Now there is a face I could definitely never get tired of kicking. There was little to chose between himself and Cowell, as they were both insufferable pricks, but I think Walsh wins by a narrow margin.
Then there was the audience. Most of the time they sounded like a herd of pigs in a slaughter-house. Jayzus but the noise out of them was painful. What the fuck is it about modern youth that they have to be so fucking noisy all the time? There was just a constant background of squeals and whistles that would give you a worse headache than a guillotine.
The contestants were pretty dire too. To be honest, most of them sounded like they were singing karaoke down at the local pub. Herself apparently had heard about some Irish Wan called Mary and wanted to hear what she was like. When she finally made an appearance on stage she proceeded to sing way off key. I have a sensitive ear when it comes to discords, and my ears were not happy bunnies. At last, I thought, that Walsh prick is going to have to tell Mary the honest truth, but no – he raved about her singing as if she were the new Maria Callas.
I then had a quasi-religious moment, something like a vision on the road to Damascus. Walsh must be deaf. There was no other answer.
How else would you explain his strange belief that Jedward have talent?
Now ye’re going to have to watch it again to see if Louis’ raison d’etre goes down in flames 🙂
Seriously though, it’s a great way of lowering the musical expectations of todays youth and manouevering your audience into believing what constitutes talent. The judges obligatory standing ovation for every guest performer miming to a crap song more or less gives the game away!
Jaysus GDad, your a brave man to have sat through that shite,on the other hand your brain is most probably irreversibly damaged. The walsh fucker is most likely the best thing we have ever exported to the other place,the horrible abomination of a human being. Now get on that phone a vote for our very own Mary.
If this thing, X-Factor or whatever, is the same crap as American Idol (Idiot), I pity you, GD. I cringe when I even flip through it. Luckily, Mrs. Willie hates it too. I conclude it is the Brit’s revenge for losing the Revolutionary War. Simply, it is awful and fake. (American Idol, that is)
PS..Never, never slowly flick through the channels…Never give up control of the remote, and never listen to whomever, anyway. Plus, I am delighted that the UK accepted the prick, Cowell, back into the Kingdom. Hopefully, for you sake, he did not bring along “The Biggest Loser” with him. (a program of 500 pounders who vie to lose a few stones.)
I just saw on the news that 60% of Germans want to go back to the DM. Apparently they don’t want to have to bail out any more European countries.
What’s up GD? Too cold to get your lazy butt out of bed today or did the cold see you off in the night?
Jayzus!! Herself insisted on watching again last night. I have never seen such brain-dead material. Talk about the lowest common denominator. The greatest load of shite I have seen to date.
Willie – All these programmes are out of the same stable. Stick a few losers on the telly and then get a gullible public to phone in and vote. They make a fortune out of the calls and so we will continue to see that kind of crap.
TT – With a bit of luck, we are seeing the last gasp of the Euro. And as for your last crack – I just couldn’t be bothered.