So, a half decent jazz singer with a ready made image is hoofed off the X-Factor in favour of 8 identikit Liams with the personality of a slug that's training in accountancy, and who anyone over the age of 20 would walk past in the road without noticing. Facebook and Twitter seem delighted, mourning only briefly the fact they won't be able to spam the poor cow in to a madhouse next week as well. Yes she wasn't quite Etta James but if I see one more kid in skin tight keks and a fringe the size of Newcastle murder a song that should never have been released in the first place I'm going to scream.
Still, it's all good since she's posh. Right?
Still, it's all good since she's posh. Right?