X FACTOR? I hate to love it; the husband loves to hate it.
And for the same reasons; too many attempts to wring emotion out of viewers. The hopeless cases, there to induce ridicule. The sob stories, designed to get you blubbing... They leave you feeling as used and abused as a wrung-out hankie.
To avoid as much of the emotional mire as possible, we deliberately skipped all the X Factor auditions, switching on this weekend expecting most of the cry-babies to have been weeded out. But no; the show was awash with tears. So many, I became immune. I sat there, stoically dry-eyed, until ridiculous Rylan threw histrionics straight out of Gone With The Wind. Which I hope he will be. And soon.