x-Factor- 4th December, proof that Cheryl Cole

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is incredibly biased towards Cher-

this weeks theme is club Classics (so another, tenuous anything goes type theme)

and Cher is (allegedly) doing
'Fight for this Love'

by Cheryl bloody Cole!!!!

Fixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh hai everyone, sorry I'm late. Like any fucker noticed I wasn't here...

Anyway, Rebecca - boring, Wand Erection - would be nowt without Harry, Cher - trying and failing to be cutesy, Mary - there's a cruise ship with your name on, love. Matt - why did he pick that second song? It's the benchmark for mediocrity.

Come back, Waggy!I loves ya.

P.S - Did anyone else notice Cher mustering all her strength not to flip out when Dannii criticised her song choice after the second song?

Oh yes. I think she gobbed over her on her way off stage.

bupscakesetc: just what I said to DH: re Mary and the cruise ship.

I've said it before; she's jane McDonald in twenty stones time.

Where is UQD to accuse me of being jealous?

Ha ha mary on a cruise ship - an you imagine - she's apparently suffering dreadfully with home sickness just being slightly east of her home. I'm sure this homesickness is affecting her performances

Mary will be doing clubs in Tullamore for the rest of her natural and be very happy at it I imagine.

I don't care if the "arteests" aren't nice to the crew. That crew get it easy. What other carpentry job involves you being thanked on national television credits? If not for XF, Brian Freidman would be walking the streets (literally down the Dilly I should think). I think Churr should be mean to them. Then see what kind of weirdy staircase she gets.

INT, X-FACTORY HOUSE, KITCHEN. DAY.

Little Chezza: [hungover] "Blurrrrgghggh."

Rebeccchhha: "Ar ay, love, wassup with yew today, liche? Ah feel amazin' meself. Ey, ey, Liverpooool."

Little Chezza: "Bluuurrrgh. Oi wennout an' got wasted, dinnoi. That Tesco Mary, she drinks us under the table, innit."

Rebeccchhha: "Ey ey ey. Caaalm down. Wanna cuppa coffee liccchhe? It's amazin'."

Little Chezza: "Two sugars please, there's lovely, oi could do wi'that. Safe."

Rebeccchhha: "Ere y'are, love. Ey, ey, votin' tonight, liche, it'll be amazin'."

Little Chezza: "Yeah, roit, it'll be great, safe, sorted, innit."

Rebeccchhha: "Ey, ey, they were sayin' ah woz reeeeeeelly greeeeyt on The X-tra Large Facchta last night. They said ah was amazin'."

Little Chezza: [slams spoon down] "Will you FUCKIN' STOP sayin' everythin's AMAZIN, loike. It really gets on me fuckin' tits, like."

Rebeccchhha: [under her breath] "Would if you 'ad any, love... Ey, ey. Anyway, gorra go. Gorra lorra re'earsin' to do for the group performance. Wand Erection were up at six in the mornin', like."

Little Chezza: "Yeah, roit. An' what toime did they get outta bed?"

Rebeccchhha: "Jus' drink yer coffee, love. An' try not to spill any or we'll get yer a bib, ey ey."

UD