X Factor

Ok, I admit, I'm looking forward to the new series.
I don't think I've ever said this publicly but I wouldn't mind having an audition myself. Maybe a Meat Loaf song, or a Bryan Adams classic.
But the truth is I'm not a wannabee, and only wannabees que for hours to see the mock judges (presumably) before they are (again, presumably) split into the 'excellent' and 'awful' before facing the 'real' so-called judges.
The trouble is that there must be so much talent out there which is undiscovered simply because they don't seek the attention. The solution? A post code version of the x factor. It sounds ridiculous but would be the most original idea since the 'golden' ticket which gave access to the chocolate factory...
Would you watch a programme where the potential talent is selected at random rather than because of the over-inflated egos of pub/club singers. I would.

Sign of the...

I thought the Times was supposed to be an intellectual newspaper.
I'm sitting there on holiday tucking into my Rice Krispies, browsing what appears to be a morning encyclopedia. And it's full of semi-tabloid articles. I learn that the new diet sweeping America is a so-called semi-vegan. Where people avoid all meat products before 6pm during the day and then eat what the hell they like in the evening. Why do I need to read this? I think that there should be a law which says that all newspapers should be one size A4 (double-sided if they have to). Just list the headlines and football results and provide internet links for further information. You could even provide such a flyer in Welsh too. Then we would have a national newspaper which we could peruse in our language, again providing internet links for those who wish to get into details. How frustrating it must be for all those journalists who spend hours refining their work, knowing full-well that their precious words will be read by the few rather than the majority.

No school tomorrow

There's something amazing about being off work. Here we go, stating the obvious again, but who cares. Malibu and coke and a few beers. Good music. Letting the ego come out to play. Talking about big egos, U2 on Saturday. U bedol dau as we say. Can't wait.