Posted on FRI 15 SEPTEMBER, 1:15PM
Is telling your slightly simple colleague they've got a "really good voice" and should audition for The X Factor (Saturdays, ITV1) the new version of sending them off to find "tartan paint" or a "left-handed spirit level"?
"But everyone at work says I sound just like Robbie Williams!" appears now to be the war cry of the delusional throughout Britain. "I think they might be pulling your leg," says Sharon, kindly, as Simon sniggers from behind his belt. Shame on you, whoever is up to this.
Day one at the Leeds audition was a very poor do this week, with no-one at all being put through to boot camp despite several candidates seeming in real need of some type of correctional facility. "I'm going to sing Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)," announced one hopeful, fixing the judges with a Charles Manson stare before honking ghoulishly through the Marvin Gaye classic.
I'm sure he was a nice man really, but the way he sang it sounded more like Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's Where Police Can Begin a Strong Line of Enquiry). Regardless, I'm still addicted. I'm loving toothy boy band Avenue. Oh, and rum luck, Eskimo Blonde. Don't worry, ladies, Tony from Security can remove you forcibly from the building flailing and squealing, but he'll never take your dignity. Or something.
RadioTimes
