I'm trying very hard not to click on this. Before we get there we've got to watch the usually bizarre stage where acts and individual hopefuls are forced to work together and even the best people look ill at ease. I guess they'll get through that [cue focus on the angry girl and the ex-group in tears] over this weekend. Then the desperate, but more understandably so, heart-wrenching moments at the judges' houses where I just know there'll be a couple of big surprises and someone I thought could be Top 4 gets dropped.
So there's a few weeks to go yet but if more obvious twitter spoilers or red top headlines appear that I can't pretend to ignore then I may just put myself out of my misery. It did occur to me that @tvcritics, one of the most intelligently funny people I follow, has linked to a page of 12 complete dorks or a dozen turtles flapping on a sandy beach somewhere. If that does turn out to be the case then I won't just follow him but drive over to Ireland and shake him warmly by the hand. Then swear profusely.
Anyway, the choice is yours. Then, at last it'll be ours and I can get on with the job of some spread betting to pay my children's next term's bus fares.
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