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
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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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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