You'll laugh

Tomorrow I will be selling my soul to the devil.. ha, ha. I am dragging myself to auditions for the new X Factor series. I have seen that dull, middle-aged men seem to win these competitions and logic suggests that I have a better chance of winning than the next person (unless the next person is Bryan Adams).

This is like rollarcoaster; a 6 hour queue followed by 20 seconds of feeling sick and having someone turn your guts upside down.. I can't wait!

I know what you're thinking.. I am anti-establishment; an anarchist; a P.I.L. popping, yellow-toothed, orange sideburned, post-punk tinged dude, who wouldn't drop dung on Messers Cowell at al, if they were sunburnt. However, I want to feel alive; and if it takes something as shallow as this charade to make my heart pump, by god, I will do it.

I have no illusions or pretensions, but I think this will be a thrilling, if not brief, ride.