I'm trying not to drink at the moment because I always land myself in trouble when I do. This has meant that I've watched more saturday night telly in the last two weeks then I have done in years. In the main, i think it's better TV than friday nights programming but I have a gripe with one particular programme and that programme is X Factor. Now don't get me wrong- it's quite entertaining in the main, watching people having their dreams smashed into smithereens before my eyes. And any programme that features Cheryl from Girls Aloud and her delectable dimples would ordinarily be alright by me, but any programme that sets people up to knock them down when they clearly suffer from mental problems is one step too far in my book. This isn't a joke about how people who go on the show are mad-I've worked with mentally disabled people in the past, but even if I hadn't it would be easy to notice that the show happily offers up people who suffer from mental illness or are mentally disabled for the judges and the publics amusement. And, by golly, don't the we all just lap it up? Otherwise this piss poor excuse for entertainment wouldn't be in it's 4th series. Quite how there hasn't been a public outrage at the shows "Lets get a Spacco an make him sing and dance for our own amusement" tactics is shocking! Simon Cowell looks uncomfortable with it some times but the rest of them don't be able to comprehend that they might be laughing at someone who might not all be there. Anyone who saw tonights episode with the 40 year old Pizza delivery man and his Michael Jackson routine would be left with no doubt that the poor fella was a few screws short of a picnic table. It's the equivalent of laughing at the disabled kid at school getting a football kicked into his nuts. OK, I did laugh then but I was only 13 and I've since seen the error of my ways. Lets look at the facts-15,000 people audtioned. 1 in 110 suffer from mental disability. A much higher percentage suffer from mental illness. So whereas it might not suprise you that a few of these people might slip through the net, what should suprise you is that these people are picked out by TV producers and thrown up onstage for us to laugh and point at. But it probably won't, such is the extent to which television has fallen of late with these modern versions of the old fashioned freak show sevred up as entertainment. So, other than Cheryls dimples, I wish a slow and painful death on everyone involved with X Factor.
I probably should have written this to Points Of View.