Saturday Night Sadsim

So, it’s back. Boo. Hiss.

*throws tomato’s and radishes at the TV*

I actually know people who have been waiting MONTHS for it to start, and I can’t for the life of me work out why. There’s something very macabre about watching people being shot down. It’s like a twisted Darwinian firing squad, those who don’t live up to the ideal are disposed of by a sadistic nation, live on TV.

I should clarify I am, of course, talking about the return of X Factor. I pretty much managed to ignore it for the first couple of series. I don’t watch Saturday Night TV, and couldn’t really care less about the vile, soul sucking, music it leaks out to an undeserving world. However that all changed when, while at a relatives, I was forced to watch one of the early Audition Stages.

I was horrified. How can anyone find entertainment in watching people having their dreams dashed? Ok, maybe they can’t sing. Maybe they do have an inflated sense of their own abilities, but these people shouldn’t be ridiculed on national television. Let them get on with their delusion privately; don’t broadcast their anguish in the supposed name of entertainment.

There is no one, not one single person on this whole wretched planet, who doesn’t believe they are better at something than they actually are. It might be cooking, golf, dancing, driving, anything. Humans need to think they’re good at something because it makes them feel special. Feeling special is an important thing. It bolsters your self confidence in a world where enough people are willing to tell you you’re shit.

I’ve never seen a whole episode of X Factor since that first audition one, but I’ve caught bits of later shows while sat round the ex’s house. I can see the appeal in the later shows, there a bit more glitz and glamour and talent, without the weeping, broken dreams and recriminations – could they not just skip to that bit.

The one redeeming factor with X Factor is that the Judges are all in the industry and know what they’re talking about. Contrast that, if you will, with Britain’s Got Talent. Who the thought that Piers Morgan and Amanda Holden were the right people to sit there judging whether people have talent or not?

Must be a joke surely.

I hath returneth,

Well, its been a long time coming. Its been WEEKS since my last blog and even longer since my last tweet. I do have good reason though, and i hope you’ll all accept my apologies.

 

Firstly, there’s been quite a big illness in the family. The person involved is ok now but for a while it looked a bit bleak. Since my last blog, much has changed. I stayed at my nans for a little while then returned home to a very sorry housemate. She apologised and over a bottle of wine and all was forgotten. Not so with the boyfriend. After a long talk we realised it wasn’t working. We can’t keep pretending to be happy and well adjusted when we’re not. That way madness lies. It was sad but ultimately for the best. We’ve managed to go back to being platonic friends which is great, and probably the best way for us to be. I’m lucky that thats happened as the last thing i wanted was him to be out of my life completely.

 

I managed to coerce my insurers into paying for a new laptop which arrived a week or two later. Its such a bugger reinstalling all of your old programmes. You remember just how much you had.

 

Anyway, somehow between the break up, the family illness and the possibility of having to find a new house to rent i have managed to get some work done and some money in the bank. If i keep this up I might be in the black again soon!

 

Here’s hoping.

 

Sorry to have been away so long. I missed you.

 

L x