The padded out programme was below par. There's no need for three acts, especially when this week's were not up to much. Belly Clarkson - weird dress sense, and forgettable song. 'Professor' Green was simply naf, although the woman with him could actually sing. I would have preferred it if Bruno had in fact been on Mars!
Cuntin' Cocozza saved ? Bollocks !
The Risk ? - Lucky fuckers !
Oh well, Sami going means we can all swear at Cocozza for another week, during which I suspect he will not develop any talent or learn how to sing. There should perhaps be a promotion for 'accumulator' betting, as the only real issue is the order in which the dregs are removed from our screens (and ears). s for Sami, sorry luv, but every years there is (for a short while) a fat bird with a good voice who is really nice, who hangs around for a bit but is never going to win. This year, it's you. Bye.
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