I have been painfully slow to clamber upon the X Factor bandwagon, and given that I used to turn up my nose at the British version, this latest habit has come as somewhat of a surprise.
But don't ring me, text me or expect me to wield a paintbrush on a Thursday or Friday night because I will be locked into a passionate televisual embrace with the super talented singers – and their even more gobsmacking self-belief – who are competing for the five million smackeroos. Their often tragic backstories are also utterly compelling – some are just out of rehab, others are living in their cars, some are one pay cheque away from doing so.
One punter who had me watching through a haze of tears is my personal favourite, 42-year-old Stacy (pictured below), who was repeatedly told she was too old to make it as a singer. “This is my last chance,” she tearfully, and somewhat repeatedly, said to cam.
And of course there's Simon Cowell's ridic hairdo, which is worth the price of entry alone.
Yes, I realise it's totally bonkers. But it's my kind of bonkers.