THE SWEET SMELL OF EXCESS
And it nearly matches the number of “e-phones” sold by business genius Lord Sugar’s firm Amstrad.
Legends in their own box rooms, this year’s rum bunch of tinpot tycoons have job titles including “Owner of a Personal Branding Company”, “Fashion Retailer” and “Director of a Pub Quiz Company”.
In plain English, I’m guessing that means: makes badges with your name on; runs a market stall; stands in your local every Tuesday night being a colossal
first of never-ending elimination rounds began this weekend, with Blonde Electra at the front of the queue to get the bullet.
That was a tough break for the Irish duo – but the good news is that we are still three weeks from Halloween. So if they kept the tags in their costumes, Asda will probably take them back.
The other group to go was Overload Generation.
They could now merge with Blonde Electra to form a supergroup called Overloaded Generator.
Other highlights included one act the face of the reigning monarch. Why would anyone confuse Simon Cowell with a queen?
I recorded Sunday night’s results show, which meant I could fast-forward through the adverts, the re-caps, the bits where the judges walk in and all of host Dermot O’Leary’s dramatic pauses.
After that, I ended up with a reasonable entertaining four minutes of television. Never mind This show is clearly the Excess Factor.
chucking about fake banknotes featuring the face of Simon Cowell.
How silly. Real banknotes feature