X Factor Rant

Having seen nothing of I'm A Celebrity, my reality telly-viewing has been limited to X Factor as the contenders reach the final furlong.

So disappointed that the McDonald Brothers have now gone.

This means there are no attractive guys in the contest now, and it is a three horse race between Leona, Ben and Panto Boy.

I'm torn as to who I now want to win, as Leona atteded the Sylvia Young Stage School in London, where Billie Piper and Emma Bunton perfected their craft, Ben's mother is an old friend of Sharon Osbourne, as as for Panto Boy himself, Ray - he just has the sort of face I would happily smack.

Ray, of course is from Liverpool, so the Ken Bigley red and white army have collectively hammered their credit on their pay-as-you-go mobiles to keep this grinning spinning imbecile in the contest.

Now, it would be unfair to slate the fair city of Liverpool completely, especially since I was there on Wednesday night.

Thursday saw the screening of Pete Burns Unspun - a documentary which traced Pete Burns' progress after he was released from Wandsworth Prison.

Firstly - as he left prison in a pink crochet cardigan and cullottes, I shudder to think the reaction he got while he was inside - or was he held in a special unit for his own safety? - who knows, but the programme culminated in Pete Burns being taken to a dingy council house in Plymouth where he stayed with an obsessive fan as part of his bail condition.

Fascinating stuff.