Who really cares? It's all a pile of shit anyway. That Ray had a very nasty habit of nodding all the way through his songs, as if he were silently confirming that yes, he was on the most tedious programme on ITV. He also wept at just about every word he sang - f*** off. Leona will be kept around because Simon is probably banging her, but her voice is too like Mariah Carey to be tolerable. If she was given any songs halfway approaching decent then she might just have a career, but we all know that Simon will give her an album of utter excrement. She'll be gone in a year, most likely. Did you hear the piece of shit song that they gave her and Raymondo to sing? Utter f***ing bile. Why has it always got to be some generic, factory-produced f***ing bullshit about winning the X factor and it being the best moment in your life? Why not give them a song about cocaine orgies with midgets, in an S & M dungeon? At least that would be interesting to listen to.
And oh, Ben, he of the wonky hair. He of the ridiculous, goose-farting-in-the-fog, pseudo Joe Cocker dulcet tones. f*** off, soft-rock boy. No-one gives a shit. It's boring and you're boring. The entire programme is boring, aimed at boring people with boring lives. The entire concept is to mould and groom a person until they have literally no individuality left, and all they resemble is a barely-alive 'music' business manniquin, holding on for dear life to Simon Cowell's testicles, fervently hoping that he will one day give them a good album, until he eventually wakes up and realises that their records aren't selling and he kicks them to the ground. (Unless they're a young attractive woman, in which case he keeps them around to warm his bed) Vile, sleazy old man. f***ing retire, you monkey.