It’s over, or is it?
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009I refuse to refer to them as their joined name thing that the media placed on them to add to the hype.
John and Edward have gone.
I never usually watch the X Factor, but you couldn’t help but get caught up in it. I had a woman in work the other day who said she’d give up her place on the hip replacement waiting list if they were stripped of their citizenship. Nice.
Here’s hoping they spend the rest of their days touring shopping centers to get egged and floured, or at the very least tarred and feathered.
National travesty and Louis Walsh should be ashamed of himself for forcing them onto us.
I could go on, but I’ll stop it there.
I’m too happy right now to moan.
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Oh, I’m so looking forward to the final now.
Without John and Edward, it’ll be as interest-free as a desperate Harvey Norman’s offer.
I’m going back to bed.
I just… I….
I despair. Twitter’s really fucked me off. I’m thinking of ditching my account. No greater pair of adolescent wankbags has this cuntry ever shat out and people are…
I despair.
WOOO!
Because its a singing competition, not a creche
Anybody who voluntarily elects to watch X Factor has precisely zero grounds for complaint about the quality of the contestants.