Four brief pumps and a squirt

From X Factor to Extractor. The ride is over; short and sweet.. but I felt my heart pumping in my chest, as if to confirm that I am still alive... it is said that everyday you should do something that scares the skids onto your underpants.. well consider me skid marked for life.

I sang Elvis C's "Watching the Detectives" so sweetly and yet apparently there was no X in my factor, and so adios... I now feel as if I have passed a test - I am not a fake, I am not a media prostitute, I did not shout I have the X factor for the camera crew (nor did I ever think it)... I think my factor is slightly more 'y' or possibly 'f'.