I cannot take it any more.

First of all, Louis chooses two – not one but TWO – One Direction clone-boybands and leaves out the amazing Times Red. Then Tulisa leaves out the fabulous Leanne to take Jade, who perhaps has a “better” back story – she’s a single mum living in a tower block (yawn!).
Then, Jahmene, who in bootcamp gave the worst performance of faking nerves I’ve ever seen and something called Rylan (oh, God! he had to be from Essex, didn’t he? We’re really quite nice and normal here although you’d never think so if you only judged us by what you see on TV.) went through. To say he’s awful is to pay him a compliment. I love camp men, but he’s talentless and ghastly. Freddie Mercury did it a thousand times better thirty-five years ago. The X-Factor is supposed to be a talent show; a singing competition.
At this point I switched off. I heard later that Gary Barlow was the only judge to pick the three best singers BUT, in a ploy to raise more money by whipping viewers into a voting frenzy, each judge has chosen someone they really didn’t want to lose – if that’s the case why didn’t they pick them in the first place instead of the awful ones that took their places? – and the public will phone to choose one of them.
I’m not voting – although I really want to see Times Red go through as I used to be drama teacher to the lovely Luke White and they are a group of hunky men – not boys! – men! who really can sing. And I know that Luke can sing, dance and act.
But I’ve had enough. The whole programme is a joke. A sick joke. I’m not watching any more.

Let’s hope it’s put out of its misery, along with most of its dreadful contestants, at the end of this series.

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