On Sunday night X Factor host Dominic Bowden said: “Something is sure; Somebody is going home right at 8 o’clock tomorrow.”
That was obviously a promise only waiting to be crushed to pieces. I knew there would still be a whole hour before we would know who would be going home.
I have been moaning a lot that the result shows are oh-so-drawn-out. But you know the saying: Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference
Serenity it is tonight (very smart). And maybe a glass of wine (maybe not that smart).
Dominic Bowden, dressed like he’s off to a funeral after the show, promises a mentor smack-down (which reminds me of my initial idea of a WWF-style judge battle to seal the deal).
Which turns out to be another promise waiting to be broken.
After a quick-ish recap of Sunday’s show featuring big balls, hairy feet and awkward banter about bushes, we’re served the first star performance.
It’s a band called Sons of Zion who deliver New Zealand BBQ reggae with the potential to rock every uni party in south Auckland, if south Auckland only had an university.
Now it is getting serious and Bowden welcomes back the judges and their acts. While Ruby Frost (praise the Lord, she has un-crepped her hair) still got three of her acts, and Melanie Blatt and Daniel Bedingfield both got two, Stan Walker is standing there with one lone contestant.
