Gin and Bear It

There's a Dalek in the picture, thus filling my Saturday Who quota

I'll talk about Steven Moffat's utterly fantastic, very intriguing and slightly scary Silence in the Library later but first, let's talk about the grand final of Britains Got Talent. Blogging about Talent instead of Who? I feel like a cheating wife.

I have to say, I've taken a great amount of guilty pleasure from Britains Got Talent. Everything about the show suggests I should hate it with a passion; Simon Cowell and Piers Morgan for one. Not a fan of the way in which the producers only highlight the terrible tragedies behind the actual talented ones cos you don't want to see a little handicapped orphan getting verbally abused for his rendition of Unchained Melody. But the thing I absolutely hate most about these competitions is

...the pregnant pauses before announcing a winner. So why do I enjoy it? I think it's because at heart I am someone who should have grown up in the 70's. Practically every television programme that has influenced me from a young age is from the 70's, most of my favourite films are from the 70's and the 70's was a great age for primetime variety shows. So I love the fact that one minute you could be harbouring lustful and borderline illegal desires for a 20-something belly dancer before hastily getting them out of your mind as they shepherd in a 6 year old girl singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" at that stage you probably want to put your pants back on. Variety is great and it's clearly what the public want, pulling in figures of around 13 million that you can usually only get for a Only Fools and Horses Christmas special. It is a shame that it suffers from the main problems of all talent shows on tv right now, the endless recapping, the padding out of the results show, Piers bloody Morgan. And tonights final was genuinely entertaining, thankfully the Great British public decided not to vote for another singer and went for the amazingly talented and very likeable George Sampson and his Singing in the Rain routine.

I was amazed by the public reaction to Kate and Gin, the dog act which, if you believe the tabloids and the news choreographed the whole routine himself. Poor Kate was never mentioned for her work in setting up the routine and training the bloody dog to dance. Piers Morgans "This is the animal worlds stamp on this competition that says: Beat That" was utterly bloody ridiculous.

He'll be advertising Drench in no time at all

Anyway it's George who'll be performing in front of Prince Charles, but with any competition like this, third placer; young Chorister Andrew Johnson is guaranteed a record deal with a voice like that, and anyone who gets into the final has been noticed and will no doubt get work. On the Britains Got Talent tour no doubt.