The British Public Disappoints as Diana Vickers Walks

I guess I have only myself to blame.  When I tune into a television programme that is mostly watched by the tabloid reading population I should have expected that the media dictates who stays and who goes out in the reality television series The X-Factor. 

Diana Vickers, though without the greatest voice in the world, had a little spark that set her apart from the usual pop mould.  Even Leona Lewis, without a doubt the best contestant of any of the talent shows across the globe, has that same mould as other singers – fortunately for her she has the vocal range and the professionalism to be a true success.  But Diana had a sweet time during the first four weeks, everyone’s favourite to win, until something completely human happens – she fell ill.  All of the sudden, the whole show’s fixed, she’s dating wothisname, it’s annoying that she doesn’t wear shoes, her hand thing is irritating, she doesn’t dance (since when do people listen to Louis Walsh?) and, news flash, Lily Allen doesn’t like her!  She’s then not expected to win at all, and is voted out.  It happens, and normally I would just accept it, but as I look at the other finalists, I wonder what on earth the British public were thinking.

"The Scum" (as my brother affectionately names it) chooses to report Allen's distaste of Diana

Alexandra Burke, sure.  Deserves to be there, best of luck to her.  But JLS?  Euogfghan Something?  What?  I am not even thinking talent here.  I’m thinking staying power.  JLS is a boyband.  Nothing can be done.  It’s a lost cause.  Let it go.  They have their little groups of girls that will buy their album, but that’s it, and they’ll move on quickly.  As for the Eugoahfndn whatever, it’s Leon all over again.  It’s the granny and mummy vote that are enthusiastic at the time but by the time the album comes along, they can’t be bothered any more unless their children buy it for them for Mother’s Day or Christmas.  I think of the boy as I did Leon Jackson last year – he’ll be lucky to even get a number one album.  Last years X-Factor was so awful with practically zero talent that I had decided to give up on it (I don’t know what had got into people’s brains, voting Leon as the winner), but this year, the talent, particularly among the females, were top notch.

Alexandra should go on to take the title.

With Ruth Lorenzo, Laura White, Bad Lashes (I have not forgotten them, I don’t care what anyone says, their Wonderwall was magnificent), Austin Drage, Diana Vickers and Alexandra Burke in the live shows, I thought I was up for a real treat.  Not to mention Cheryl Cole who made a wonderful difference to the bitchy and immature Sharon Osbourne.  Cole had perfect sense not only in her selections, but also remembering the primary goal of the show: the contestants.  But it all went to pot, didn’t it?  Out of all that this final is the best the British public could come up with.  I despair, I really do.

And what the fuck was up with Eugofsn in the end?  His name was called and he jumped for sheer joy.  With that out the way he remembered to be devastated about Diana, then, with absolutely no dignity, wept with full sobby drama.  He then proceeded to interrupt Diana’s final performance by practically pouncing on her like a dog that’s been away from its owner for a month.

Well, at least that’s another guilty pleasure out of the window.  The only reality show left for my viewing pleasure that I do not say out loud is The Apprentice.