Dave Thorp's Blog

Tonight is the final of Britain’s Got Talent, and despite my normal pledge to avoid any shows which are created purely to inflate Simon Cowell’s ego and ensure he had enough money to buy some really high trousers for life I was forced to watch it. So with 10 acts that are supposed to be the epitome of British talent I should be in for an entertaining evening right?? WRONG!

The final was dominated by gangsters that should be dealing crack on the streets, people who only got there due to sympathy from the judges and/or the viewers, a Bridget Jones wannabe who is way too ugly to stand any chance in the world of showbiz, fat blokes that aren’t British anyway, a girl with so few friends that she has to perform with her Grandad (who in fairness seems better than Stuart and Alex’s Grandad in many respects but hey) and a bloke blowing his own trumpet.

The first series actually discovered the talent that is Paul Potts who was languishing as a mobile phone salesman and making semi regular posts on a discussion forum I used to frequent. Pity that whoever wins this series I can’t see them doing much more than lining Simon Cowell’s pockets in his very tall pants!