When you believe in things
That you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way ..
Then you suffer,
Superstition aint the way ..
Britain's got Talent has been on for the past few weeks now, and the process of handing carte-blanche to members of the general public of varying idiocy is winding down and the more skilled performers are starting to make themselves known. Sadly though, it seems that there exist several holes in the talent-judging net, and a couple of stragglers have thus fallen through.
The prime example is from last night - this was my first time seeing this guy, I missed him during the audition phase.
His 'talent' is wood-chopping. Fair play, wood-chopping can often take some skill. But the term 'Royal Variety Performance' at least implies some sense of 'entertainment value', which is a void that wood-chopping simply cannot fill. The day that the Queen takes pleasure from watching a man in a knights crusader outfit haphazardly chopping at wood offcuts from his shed, while singing a song about chopping wood and it's delights is the day I lose the rest of my faith in humanity. Thanks mate, but no thanks.
As ever, one judge recognises shit when he sees it.
Then theres the other chap, hugely talented but fucking weird, who swallows stuff and .. regurgitates it. Once again, a talent in itself but still liable to induce feelings of 'why?' over 'wow'.
Britain's got talent? Undeniably, but it also has delusions of grandeur.
The prime example is from last night - this was my first time seeing this guy, I missed him during the audition phase.
His 'talent' is wood-chopping. Fair play, wood-chopping can often take some skill. But the term 'Royal Variety Performance' at least implies some sense of 'entertainment value', which is a void that wood-chopping simply cannot fill. The day that the Queen takes pleasure from watching a man in a knights crusader outfit haphazardly chopping at wood offcuts from his shed, while singing a song about chopping wood and it's delights is the day I lose the rest of my faith in humanity. Thanks mate, but no thanks.
As ever, one judge recognises shit when he sees it.Then theres the other chap, hugely talented but fucking weird, who swallows stuff and .. regurgitates it. Once again, a talent in itself but still liable to induce feelings of 'why?' over 'wow'.
Britain's got talent? Undeniably, but it also has delusions of grandeur.
