An X Factor thirst quencher

Apart from spending the whole of Saturday night's show worrying that Cheryl was going to collapse from malaria at any moment I thoroughly being back in the bosom of my Saturday night #guiltypleasure viewing.

Guest host Geri Halliwell was a stroke of genius with her 'I don't know if she knows it but I picked Cheryl" aka "I made you famous, beatch, you owe me everything" and incessant wittering.

She's a pint sized bomb of female feistiness and as much as I'd love to hate her as I do for the same fame-woe-is-me annoyance as Robbie Williams I just can't.

G & S (Gay and Straight, which ended up just, well, straight) had my other half with his head actually in his hands complaining "I actually can't watch" as I cried with delight. Sob-story-turned-success-story x 1000 later I'd just about quenched my X Factor thirst.



But now we have Xtra. Xtra Blue Peter that it. Konnie, let's be honest, was a bit lacklustre and the reviews since have been less than polite. She looked a little bewildered didn't she? I was surprised she didn't faint during a cringe-inducing interview with her highness Cheryl of Cole. Or is it Tweedy now? Hard to keep up.

Anyway - who's got time to watch Xtra Factor these days while Big Brother's still on?