Sunday, 22 November 2015

22.11.15 X-Factor: The 4th Sunday




Wally Murs and Flack took to the stage to tell us "we are live" and I was in need of (and glad of) the clarification, because neither seemed capable of much.

The judges trotted on like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, to the usual background noise (not Mason, though - haha).

The reminder of the six performances from last night proved that the efforts over on BBC1 of Anastacia and Take That in Strictly Come Dancing were abysmal, and so much fucking worse!  Still, all six being better than Take (Some of) That and the dire Anastacia does not really mean they are any good, though.

We Found Love In A Hopeless Place was the communal song from the six remaining acts, and they managed to combine badly.  I struggled to decide which of them was the worst - it was all rather desperate . . . as desperate as the song itself.  They are all better off avoiding any collaboration whatsoever.

Nathan Sykes 

Who? I asked myself, before the voice-over man told me he was in The Wanted.  I never wanted him in the first place, and I was even less needy tonight.  He mumbled his way through some bollocks or other, saying nothing of any consequence at all.  I endured it, waiting for the standing ovation from the four judges.  If they had any integrity, they would stay sitting down and confirm that had NS been a contestant, it would have been panned.

Yes, the Four Horsemen stood on cue, before Flack asked him something before his departure.

"It's incredibly tense, and one of the acts is going to be the winner of X-Facta two faarsand," said Wally.  

After the break, it was time to hear from him again, when he took to the stage. He was accompanied by 20 dancers, who did manage to provide a small dose of entertainment.  The plastic song and plastic performance from Polymers (get it?) was forgettable.

I wondered during the break whether to participate in the competition, and despite voice-over man's tempting offer and confirmation that the Mini Cooper has a "sports leather steering wheel," I decided against wasting any money, time or brain power.  Instead, I gave further thought to trying to understand what Tweedy-Cole was on about, with her comment that the competition is "open ended".  She meant that the result was hard to predict.  Hell, if it was 'open ended' then we'd not be shot of X-Factor in time for Christmas!

Flack confirmed that 3 million votes had been cast.  Well, considering five are free on the app, and many (gullible) people place multiple votes by phone and text, then I can guess that there are about half a million people who give a fuck.

Safe = Lauren Murray, Four Thimpact, Louisa Johnson and then Veggie 'N' Bollox.

That left Anton to sing against Che.  Talk about a non-contest.  Che bored me with his warbling output.  Clearly he has a talent, but that does not in fact translate always into being entertaining.  Anton arrived and sang very well, although I was tired of his twanging whine, so expected him to be going.

Rita talked about evolving, coming out, and kept Che, after the two had got a vote a piece.  That left CCTV to make her comment, and Che was duly saved.

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22.11.15 The X-Factor Fernandez Rap


The CCTV Fernandez Rap


I'm ready to sing it
I'll smash it, I'll bring it
I'm going to give it my all
I'm having such fun and
Don't want to go home
So vote for me, please make the call.

That's right up my street and
A right proper treat and
Your nanna is so proud tonight
You killed it completely
You sang it so sweetly
I'm so good at uttering shite.

A E I O A E, pet
A E I O you
A A E and don't forget
Y I is Geordie too.

You brought it and smashed it
You killed it and mashed it
You knocked it right out of the park
You made it your own and
You took it to church
You nailed it and so made your mark.

I really enjoyed it,
You killed it, destroyed it
You smashed it with such a nice tone
You're my little poppet
And no one can top it
That's how to make something your own.




I really don't doubt you
There's something about you
The girls will all love you to death
Your hips are bionic
For me, that's a tonic
I'm flustered and all out of breath.

Your vocal was magic
The song choice was tragic
Your mentor needs shootin' for that
You've really worked hardon . . .
Oh, is that for me?
I need to be rubbin' me twat.

A E I O A E, yes
A E I O, ooo
A E E beneath me dress
Eee what's a girl to do?

If you're havin' fun
Then we're havin' fun
Your energy levels are high
You really don't know
Just how good you are
I like you a lot and here's why . . .

You brought it and smashed it
You killed it and mashed it
You knocked it right out of the park
You made it your own and
You took it to church
You nailed it and so made your mark.

The standard this year is
So high that my fear is
You might not stand out like you should
Beware of a crowd
When I left Girls Aloud
I found I was no fucking good.

You need to be tougher
Or else you could suffer
Stand up and be counted like me
So grasp independence
Or toilet attendants
Strike out with a fist and a knee.

A E I O A E, yes
A E I O, ooo
A E E, I've made a mess
Eee Eee, right on cue.

Fernandez Versini
While drunk on Lambrini
Forgot to forget she was Cole
Admitting when needy
Dispensing with Tweedy
'Twas Ashley whose name that she stole.




I'm Cheryl Fernando
Vagina Commando
My arse smells of roses in bloom
Contented, why aye, man
I sit next to Simon
Whose baby is tucked in me womb.*

You brought it and smashed it
You killed it and mashed it
You knocked it right out of the park
You made it your own and
You took it to church
You nailed it and so made your mark.


The Cheryl Cole Tweedy Versini Fernandez Rap
 ©TMWSC

* This is pure speculation

22.11.15 Lies & Impossibilities No.57




Mel Giedroyc is funny and talented

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Saturday, 21 November 2015

21.11.15 X-Factor: The 4th Saturday


Love and Heartbreak week




Che Che-etc

Thankfully it sounded nothing like the original by The Beatles.  Rather, it sounded a whole lot better.  "Will he be here tomorrow?" said Wally Murs, attempting a clever pun.

Anton Stephans

This effort was rather forgettable.  Vocally it was questionable.  The most entertainment came from Nick Grimshaw holding his own in a mildly awkward exchange with Simon Cowell in the aftermath.

4th Impact

"Next up, my four little sassy pants," announced Cheryl Tweedy.  We saw the VT and then the four dressed like The Stylistics were on stage.  The wailing was on cue.  CCTV argued against Simon, claiming the theme did not allow her to provide a basis for the four to show individuality.  The over-made-up Cheryl Cole Tweedy Versini struggle to make her pleas through the barricade of red lipstick.

Lauren Murray

"This week I'll be singin' We Belong Togevva," announced the girl whose mouth never closes.  Sadly we had to enjoy a second dose in one night of Mariah Carey.  Listening to the wailing pitch wore me out in seconds.  "That vocal is so natural to you," said CCTV, making no sense at all.  "She absolutely smashed that vocal," said Rita Borer.  "Obviously it's Mariah, innit," said Lauren to Flack.

Mason Noise

Horrendous.  "You're finally kind of sitting into your vibe," said Rita - WTF?  "I had fun," said Mason to Simon when asked how he thought it went.  That said it all, because having fun is a completely pathetic and meaningless contribution to anything.  It has no bearing at all on whether a performance was decent or not.

Louisa Johnson

Blimey, she can sing!  Amazing.  Of course, CCTV had to use the word "vocal" in her comment.  She is on a run that's better than Jamie Vardy's goal-scoring feat, going for consecutive mentions.

Reggie 'N' Bollie

Can no one acknowledge that the singing is dire?  This is X-Factor, and unless the X stands for 'Fun', then there is no point in anyone trying, or in the critiques after each act concludes its performance.  "The vocals were a bit iffy at the beginning," said Cowell.  Too right.  "Pure escapism," said Grim.  Yes, it was certainly that.


Backstage With Wally - This came to nothing, and the sole bit of information gleaned was that it was 'tense'.

"The act with the least number of votes," muttered Flack, confirming ignorance of the English language.  Then it was time for Sheeran and Rudimental. Someone needs to give the cleaners a decent bonus for clearing up the mess in the studio.

The ad-break included the touting of the latest Olly Murs hits album, with the on-screen footnote/caveat of "While Stocks Last".  What a pointless inclusion.

Everyone took to the stage for voting, and Flack announced them in turn.  I was strangely amused by her intro of "Simon Cowell and the remaining over".

"One of you has received the fewest number of votes," said Flack, reconfirming her inability to speak English.  That person was Mason Noise, and he was out.  As a parting threat, we were left in the knowledge that tomorrow, Wally Murs is singing.

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21.11.15 Lies & Impossibilities No.56



"We invite you to sit back, relax and enjoy the flight."

[ RYANAIR ]


Needless to say that this constantly used phrase is a complete wind-up.  On each and any Ryanair flight, you will be invited to do these three things at least three times, despite all of them being beyond the reach of anyone with an active brain.




Sit back - hardly feasible considering there is no cunting room to sit forward, and thus no position from with to move backwards, as if the suggestion to do so has not occurred.  The minimal space means the sitting back option does not actually exist.

Relax - another piss-take, considering the fuckers running the show are incessantly touting shit, everything from drinks and snacks to phonecards, cigarettes, perfumes, cosmetics and gadgets, scratchcards and hot food. Further, there is always at least one cunt within earshot whose life story has apparently been demanded by the twat sitting in the next seat, thus allowing a constant cunting chatter at 109 decibels.

Enjoy - the final insult, as if the cattle-market, touting and rip-off prices were not irritants that prevent any enjoyment.  Then there is the inevitable over-enthusiastic person in charge of the cabin.  There are two options. (1) a woman with a high pitched voice that via your ears manages to petrify your bone marrow, while believing that the sing-song delivery makes her sound more natural! or, (2) the gay perfume-wearing chap who has ironed his jacket four times, and practised both his best mince and his affected speaking style ready for hogging the tannoy.  Aside from all of this, there will be a sufficient number of obese people on the plane to ensure that at a minimum of two stages in the journey, a big fucking arse will loom and get within 30mm of your nose, and another arse will effect a bodily assault as it smashes into either your shoulder, head or arm, as you innocently occupy your aisle seat.

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Thursday, 19 November 2015

19.11.15 X-Factor: 3rd Weekend

Weekend 3

Just when you thought that X-Factor cannot get any more boring, Movie Night arrived to wipe away any such notion.  Yes, the remaining hopefuls were expected to relay some warbling that has featured in a film - a task that was rather challenging for some.  I found myself agreeing with Simon Cowell on just one point during the Saturday night show - that 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' (from 'Rug Rats In Paris') was stretching credibility more than the elastic on Gemma Collins' bikini bottoms.




Cheryl Tweedy Versace Coal from Newcastle was particularly Geordie, mixed with twattish, after her "full props to you" declaration to one of the contestants - Monica, I think.  Olly Murs struggled equally with the English language, though from a more southern perspective of course.  Cowell grinned and acted like a pompous wazzock.  At the end of the table, Nick Grimmace was rather shiny; it seems someone in make-up had buffed him up a treat, leaving a plastic coating on his face, or so it seemed.  Then there was Rita, who really did look like she had consumed Ritalin an hour before the show. She was strangely dopey but was then prone to weird outbursts during the course of the show, talking complete rubbish.

Make Some Noise
He would have been better if he'd not made any at all

Louisa Johnson
A decent shot at the title if she keeps focused

Monica Michaels
Dreadful wailing, after last week's horrendous racket

4th Impact
Simply fucking terrible; the cacophony was ludicrously shite

Max Stone
The squinting, bland bloke was dreadfully forgetable

Anton Stephans
He sang okay, but hardly inspiring or entertaining

Veggie 'N' Bollox
These two chancers are nice chaps who have no business whatsoever being in the finals

Lauren
Average when singing, nauseating when speaking - which is all the fucking time!

Che Chesterman
Yes, point favourite, but what a boring fucking song that we've all heard 5341 times

The drama of a the collapse of a 4th Impact singer was only surpassed by the drama of a new-look Caroline Flack, with blonde hair.  She retained the same voice that could shatter crockery at a thousand paces, of course.  I felt minimal sympathy for the one who fainted, and felt nothing at all in respect of the blonde hair.

This show was, without doubt, an awful excuse for entertainment, and X-Factor may well find its days are numbered.  When will the organisers wake up and realise that eager hopefuls 'having fun' and telling us they don't want it to end is NOT a basis to take up so much time in the TV schedules? Wally Murs adds nothing to the show at all, and need not be standing next to Flack. In turn, Flack represents no real change in approach from the original host, Kate Thornton, who was in our faces and shrieking for England every few minutes.

So who is going home this weekend?  Obviously Veggie 'N' Bollox ought to be ejected, based on talent, although I find myself not really giving a damn.

Ejected

Max Stone and Monica Michaels - Hurrah !

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Monday, 9 November 2015

9.11.15 People To Ignore




There are many people who for various reasons seem to command airtime, or space in the press, and whose views are quite simply "to be ignored".  Their contributions are quite simply either irrelevant, nauseating, annoying, wrong, cuntish, lame or pathetic.

Russell Brand
Bob Geldof
Emma Thompson
Charlotte Church
Anyone Kardashian / West / Jenner
Bono
Miley Cyrus
Nicole Scherzinger
Paddy McGuinness
Jeremy Corbyn
Tony Blair
Cherie Blair
Cara Delevingne
Sally Bercow
John Bercow
Mary Berry
Mel Giedroyc
All Religious Figures
Chloe Madeley
Kevin McCloud
Beyonce
Millie Mackintosh
Paul Scholes
Roy Keane
Paul Daniels
Tess Daly
Chris Evans
Karen Danczuk
Madonna

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Sunday, 8 November 2015

8.11.15 X-Factor: 2nd Weekend


Saturday Summary

Che Chesterman - Super singer and going somewhere
Louisa Johnson - Super and going somewhere; not as good as last week, mind
Reggie 'N' Bollie - Fun and in limited quantities, okay for the moment
Reggae Max - One dimensional chap who is not Bob Marley (someone tell him, please)
Anton Stephans - Wrong song and dire performance
Seann MM - Cabaret act, but worthy for the time being
Kiera Weathers - Weak or what?
Lauren Murray - Nothing very special this week; she can sing, yes, but I was bored
Monica Michael - Truly fucking awful
4th Impact -Energetic, but vocally dodgy this week
Mason Noise - Bieberesque bollocks



Cheryl Falutin-Lambrini

Sunday

Fleur was okay, followed by flowers all over the place via CeeLo Green. Yawn fodder, and what with Wally Murs and Frantic Flack pestering us with their voices, I struggled to gain any enjoyment from my TV.

The public vote threw up . . . . . well, I was going to say a shocking result, but actually, "threw up" says it all.  Mason, Seann MM and Keira were the last three standing.  Okay, Kiera Wevvers (as per Olly) was a worthy candidate, but the other two were not the worst.  Still, that is what makes the programme, at some level, entertaining.

After yet another infernal fucking break, we got the result out of the two untalented presenters: the first casualty was, of course, Kiera Wevvers.  That left Mason and Sean to sing.

SMM was voted off.

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8.11.15 Yoghurt and Other Annoyances





As someone who can pronounce neither Muller nor Yoghurt, Nicole Shitslinger must surely be an horrendous choice of celebrity to promote Muller Yoghurt in the UK.

Clingfilm that does not cling - it is less than useless!

Non-German twats saying Uber instead of 'Super'.

Relentless emails from Ocado, offering a £20 discount voucher for my first online shop, when the company DOES NOT DELIVER to my address!

The 'terms' on-point and on-trend, neither of which should be permitted in the English speaking world.

McDonald's seems to think that I can stir in my sachets of sugar using a pathetic cunt of a stick that is 4mm wide!  WTF?

Use of the word Enjoy by those with no fucking business suggested I do so.  Most recently, this was the twat-head who handed me my McDonald's breakfast - a standard sausage and egg meal.

Selfie sticks, selfies, women pouting in selfies, people obsessed with taking selfies, the 'word' selfie.

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Sunday, 1 November 2015

1.11.2015 X-Factor: The First Weekend Show


Sadly I found that Saturday's content was flawed, and included so much formulaic tosh that my brain was withering while waiting to be stimulated.  The mutterings of the two hosts and the four judges were far more disappointing than the contributions from the contestants.  Laughable pronouncements and pontificating meant a typically crappy set of exchanges for the various performances.  A selection of the input is included below.




Saturday

Bollocks and Cliches Everywhere, with an Occasional Deficiency in Grammar!

I so have the winner in my category [Grimbore]
My girls are shtrong [Ora]
I might have the winner in my category, yes [Cowell]
A hundred faaaaarsand people applied [Wally Murs]
Our X-Factor finalists will be singing their heart out [Flack]
Every time I've seen you on TV you've been a mess [Aaron, the hair stylist]
I'm really, really excited [Lauren Murray]
What a way to kick off this season of X-Factor [Falafel Verruca]
I didn't like it, I loved it [Cowell]
You nailed it [Grimbore]
You killed that, Lauren [Grim]
Lauren, you smashed it [Wally Murs]
How nervous was you opening the show? [Murs]
Hopefully I brought it today [Lauren]
Simon needs to see that I've got a bit of charisma [Max Stone]
You made it your own [Ora]
The fact that you've took notes [Versini]
What a start to the show [Murs]
So, obviously it's the first week [an Alien]
Oh my God, what is going on? [Ora]
You honestly did represent yourselves up there tonight [Ora]
You smashed it [Falafel Vaseline]
It keeps getting better and better [Frack]
It's free, Olly, it's free [Frack]
I need to bring that performance [Ora]
Good moment, great moment [Ora]
You have a mouth like a tunnel when you sing [Cowell]
Ain't no mountain high enough [Che Chesterman]
Everybody in the UK get ready to fall in love with Mason Noise [Grim]
This is what you're meant to do [Grime]
You smashed it [Grimbore]
How do you feel after them comments? [Wally M]
J'know what [Ora]
J'know what, keep being you, man, keep being you [Rita Borer]
Pull up a chair, open them bag o'sweets [Murs]
It's definitely all I've ever dreamed of doing [Louisa Johnson]
You have no idea how good you are [Cowell]
That was incredible, it really, really, really was [Grim]
You created a moment then,it felt like a moment in here, I know that people all around the UK will be having a moment, and I hope this is the first of many amazing moments [Grimbore]
I really need to focus [Bupsi]
You are fun, you are relevant [Cowell]
J'know what I mean, x6 [Bupsi]
Next up, I'm so excited [Paella Lambrini]
I need you to bring that on Saturday [Umbrella Linguine]
Go with your gut instinct [ForFuckSake Versace]
I know you've had less of a time [Ritalin]
I've got so much to say to you I'm gonna trip over me own tongue [Chezza]
Kind of, x6 [Rita repeater]
I feel like this is my home [Monica Michael]
Please give it up for x8 . . . [Wally Murs]
You hit them notes, boom, boom, boom [Rita Ora]

Sunday

Olly announced a double elimination, which was going to prolong the agony for some, who really ought to be moving along more quickly.  A quadruple elimination would have done us all a favour.

Reggie 'n' Bollie are nice chaps, but completely irrelevant.  Bupsi sang an awful song awfully.  Alien Uncovered are an acquired taste, a taste that I've not acquired.

Little Mix sang a weird song with a weird pitch, weird intonation and a minimal entertainment quotient.  Then, half way through, they switched to a more recognisable song which they sang in tune.  What an odd arrangement.

Wally Murs told us to get dialling, despite only 0.3% of the population having a telephone that requires the user to 'dial' rather than press/push.

Ellie Goulding was completely fucking SHIT.  If I hear "on my mind" once more this year, it'll tip the balance!  I've only just recovered from her incessant "burn, burn, burn" bollocks!

Bupsi got the fewest votes, and was not really up to the job.  Kiera and Alien Uncovered made the sing-off, and seeing a The Krays were safe, I couldn't disagree with these dregs going head to head.

Alien Uncovered produced a cunting racket that was offensive.  They so need covering up.  Kiera arrived on stage and introduced some order and calm to proceedings.

"It's up to you who stays and Hugos," intoned Olly Murs.  The Aliens were rightly despatched, because there's no escaping the fact that their singing was woefully inadequate.

One cliche to end:

"You haven't seen the last of us"

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