It's the same every year, no better, no worse! At the end of summer, as the last shred of solar warmth pisses off for another six months and Christmas is but a shadow at the end of a line in the sand, you scamper to the gogglebox at the prospect of a few cheap laughs, some massaged human-interest stories and a preposterously over-lit set. Enjoyment levels peak around judges houses and the first few live shows, then it's the slow, steady descent into banality and self-loathing as you see it through to the bitter end. At the close, you want to kill everyone and everything at ITV. Looking forward to 2013 though.