Ex Factor.

So the X Factor is back, no BACK, or perhaps BACK or should that be BACK! Well it is and, if the first round is anything to go by, soon to be drowned in its own rasamatasamaras. In fact there was so much rasamatasarasmical activity there was hardly room for contestants. The judges were as before but different people, we’re so interchangeable these days, and the contestants, one might even say clients in a psychotherapeutic sense, needed the same honest mirrors. It seems to be talented one needs to be unsure and to be talent-less requires the confidence a small stone has in being a small stone. Surely the often asked question, “so do you think you have what it takes to win the X Factor?” is not an enquiry as to whether the contestant has the wherewithal but whether they should be automatically disqualified if they answer, “yes.” Already an unsure girl from Ireland has captured the nation’s heart and a young man from London, well he answered yes. This specimen, well worthy of spending his life under a bell jar, had been on before in ’09 and had shown a level of ignorance that even a small stone would find disgraceful, but he assured us in the intervening two years he had ‘grown up a lot’. Unfortunately his command of English, even of his own mouthparts, left one unsure. As ‘growing up a lot’ obviously didn’t include learning to sing he got the same response as before, to which he responded similarly, as before. Audience appreciation nil, small stone intelligence nil. Hence the old saying, “you can’t teach an old stone any tricks at all”, unlike this otter  www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1-MbAAnXJ0  and anything by SlurpyJ on You Tube. Enjoy.