I've been forced to watch the awful thing as I'm accommodating a friend who's 'between homes' at present. She's not so much an avid as obsessed fan of the rubbish, although I'm glad she draws the line at Strictly Come Dancing and Big Bruvvah. Marcus has been the stand-out real talent from the start, is a nice-looking young guy with good manners and enough gratitude to sink a battleship. The boy group, whatever it's called, isn't too bad, either, and should do well at gigs.
The problem is the judges losing sight of trying to find a recording star, as much as one who can pull in big crowds for live performances. Louis Walsh picks joke numbers to take through every year, I believe - the falsetto Johnny being this year's gurning clown. The big lad ? Coulton should do well in musicals, belting out the big numbers and emoting like an old ham, but might need to shed a few stone to be taken seriously as any romantic interest in a storyline.
Kitty's rather old for pole-dancing clubs, which is where she looks like she used to belong, but does have another good voice for the musicals circuit. Not a recording star in the making, though.
The priapic Frankie is another joke entry - all mouth and no trousers - he needed to be ditched earlier as I haven't heard him actually sing.