If you’re anything like me and there’s really nothing to suggest that you would be, but if you are anything like me you will be a telly addict for the find-some-talent-make-a-buck TV shows on ITV. The most recent of these which has super glued me to my television set in recent weeks is the now infamous Britain’s Got Talent in which the plucky Ant and Dec travel the length and breadth of the country in search of the aforementioned talent in a noble quest to make amends for all the talent that goes undiscovered in Britain each year. (The country is currently in the grip of a horrendous ‘Talent Crunch’ running at a massive 75% undiscovered talent in July alone! The stats speak for themselves!)
But when these quality pieces of televisual entertainment reach climax then go to sleep, our lives seem a little less worth living and a burning feeling begins in the stomach then moves to the forefinger (something like hunger but not quite starvation). Who or what can fill this cavernous void that’s been etched into my blackened heart?
