X Factor.

Hello. hello. hello.

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I am happy to say that I now have a reason to live for the next few months.

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X FACTOR IS BACK!!!!!!!!

It began tonight, and I have had my first addictive fix of Simon and his cohorts, along with the fun of those first few hapless people whose dreams are not  even vaguely in balance with their aspirations to be instant superstars.

The young man from  South Shields however was a very different thing.  A possible winner in the making.

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Oh dear, I do know that I am truly a pitiful and abject sort of creature.

I mean, how sad is it, that I have nothing better to do on any future Saturday evening in my near future.

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I am fully aware that in a perfect world I would be far too busy attending first nights, dining at the top restaurants, or assiduously preparing myself for orgies with top stars of stage, screen and music, but unfortunately this is the real world, and the only thing that could improve upon Saturday nights as they now are, is to order a takeaway, which will then arrive at exactly the time that X Factor begins.

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Hey, you know what I always say.

Don’t pine for things to be different , enjoy what there is to the full.  have fun and be in the moment.

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I remember years age , watching Darius Danesh, when he finally managed to almost win one of Simon’s  previous talent competitions, at his second attempt.

Oh, what a pretty boy he was, and charming too.  He helped me to pass many a pleasant hour.

In fact my partiality for that particular young man was a big joke in the family.

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I tell you now, if I had been three million years younger, I could have really scared him.

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Did you ever see the picture of Darius, singing to a little girl on stage,  with his kilt on and no underpants,

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……..and Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………and Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm again.

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I expect that you have already guessed the answer to the Great Game Question.

And you would be absolutely correct.

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Hey, I don’t care what you think.  One of the benefits of getting rather more mature than you wish to be, is that everything you do is excused, on the grounds of early onset Dementia.

Basically, once you are too old to get the chance to do anything really exciting, you also reach the point where you would be excused anything.

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No wonder the aged are a bunch of bad tempered, grumpy old bastards.

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I am happy to hear from you.

But not on a Saturday night.

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I do realize, of course, that the lovely Darius was probably the innocent victim of digital art manipulation, but that did not prevent those initial moments of pure salacious delight.

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