Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without ……

…… a good old rant about the f***ing x-factor.

Firstly, I couldn’t believe that this insipid piece of manufactured Chav baiting garbage was still being drip fed into the head cavities of the nations most gullible inadequates, but clearly it still is if the front pages of tomorrow’s dog s**t wrappers are to be believed.

For a start, any program that makes that nasty b*****d Cheryl Cole look anywhere near acceptable wants dropping immediately.

I have no idea who’s in it this year and frankly, I don’t give a monkey’s a**e bean.

Anyone still stupid enough to believe that the whole point of the program is anything other than an excuse to dispose the dumb-a*s viewers of the last droppings of disposable income really don’t deserve to have access to cash in the first place. Or sharp objects for that matter.

The final stages are months of amateur never-will-bes murdering turgid MOR R&B standards in an attempt to get some 50 year old with no dress sense to sleep with them.

And anyone who still hasn’t woken up to the fact that the opening weeks of ‘hilarious’ auditions are anything other than the routine humiliation of the talentless & hopelessly deluded sub-human pond life volunteers should get themselves committed. Or an application form for next years show.

If you still watch the x-factor, quite frankly, you’re a f***ing thick t**t, aren’t you ?

But then the multi-millionaire Simon Cowell knows that already, doesn’t he ?