The Can't Be Arsed Factor

Ah, the ‘New Year’. All the best, take care, thanks for coming, see you next year etc etc. A time of fresh starts and half-hearted resolutions. My new year’s resolution is not to make any resolutions! Boom boom, ha ha. Hilarious.

Anyway.

What better time, than a brand spanking new year, is there to talk about last years X-Factor final? Well, probably within a day or two of it actually happening, but I was too lazy to do that. Sadly, I still feel obliged to finish the whole thing off, so here we are. Sorry about that.

Actually, I don’t know how to say this, other than to just say it; I can’t be arsed writing anything about the X Factor final. And this sums up the ephemeral nature of the programme perfectly. I’d love to be able to say that my previous posts about the talent show were simply me poking a post-modern thumb in the eye of irony, but that would be a big fat lie. It really did matter to me who won as I watched the final, and I would have even voted if my landline phone had been downstairs (I’m not a big enough fan to vote from my mobile). But a mere three weeks later I can barely sum up the energy to finish this sentence. I had so many interesting things to say about the final as well, but the moment has well and truly evaporated. And that’s how it should be.

Anyway, with that finally off my chest, maybe I can get going again with this bloody blog. Fingers crossed.