Dear x factor,

I've just seen bad in you....the way you try and get people to call you all the time, the way you make me cry...the way you work, work, work.
Yet- do I love you.
Dear x-factor,
not for Nicole's strange dancing- not for Sharon's return- or Gary's inadequacy - or ...endless dislike of Louis - or dreams dashed or realised.
No, you're just an outlet for my rampant critical spirit - that's all- that's all.