GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!
It's back! The bastard child of Cowell is fucking BACK!
Every year this bloody well happens, taking over saturday nights and the papers as 'we' look for a new star! God, stop making everyone think that the only talent that's a talent is singing!
I really hate those auditions as well and I always seem to end up watching one episode due to 'family time' and my teeth haven't recovered from last year from all the cringing I did.
I mean, what possesses some of these people to go on? Do they actually think they can sing? Didn't they try listening to themselves before hand?! Didn't they think 'I sound terrible, do I really want to embarress myself on national tv just for a few seconds of screen time?' Actually they probably do think that and still do it. Blegh!
So yes, we've got the auditions and Simon Cowell making everyone feel small and then we'll find a winner and then they'll instantly get a Christmas Number 1.
I miss the REAL Christmas Number 1...
And once they've got their Christmas Number 1 we can then expect them to disappear into obscurity. Except for Leona fucking Lewis and I wish we COULD get rid of that bitch!
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Not to worry- I'm already working on a particularly violent Jamshed comic...
People want their 15 minutes of fame... and it's fairly easy to get that by queuing for 5 hours and screeching in front of the king of the beavers.
Also, in fairness they did do "Britain's Got Talent"... for people that can... well, mostly sing.
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