The X Factor finally comes to an end after what seems like a year of karaoke and usual ego-busting, centre-stage shananigans from the judges. Thank goodness no more Saturday nights of over-hyped, weeping youths who are 'on a journey' and 'owned that stage'. Thank God no more Jedward, no more Cheryl's new hairdo, Dannii's new hairdo, Simon's new teeth, Sinitta's slightly obscure dresses, copious crying from the contestants and judges, Dermot O'Dreary, incoherent youths screaming out 40 year old records (Twist and Shout sung by Olly?), and the guest singers- my God, who can forget Whitney's comeback??
Quite frankly I don't care who wins. It does bother me that Britain's Got Talent starts very soon and here we go again on a journey......
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