I hate Britain's Got Talent, which has begun again, but feel I must watch with my husband as he likes it.
To me it is a competition by the stupid, often mad, for the empty headed airheads. The noise, screaming, false crying and dumb excitement over rubbish jarrs my nerves. It represents everything I hate about this day and age of fools strutting on stage, thinking they have talent. I especially worry about small children whose infant egos are dangerously inflated by eager parents who do not surely realise what sacrifice and damage fame could mean.
The two female judges are appalling, the one man keeps leaping up and down off his seat. The acts cannot be viewed without the camera panning over to the idiot judges faces and open mouths and stupid audience faces.
Is that enough of a rant!