X Factor, me and mint tea

I write this Blog in a funny position. I'm sitting on my arse on my bed with my legs tucked under my chin, my hands reaching round my legs to the keyboard and the laptop on my feet (keeping them warm). It's really uncomfortable AND I need a wee, but I just can't be bothered to move.

I'm well into X Factor this year. Every year when the auditions come around I think "shall I? Nah...." (I auditioned for the first 3 series, to no avail), then when the live rounds start airing I think "Oh! Why didn't I audition!? That could be ME up there!". When of course that's exactly what the programme makers WANT me to think. They need a couple of average ones in the top 12 to make the average people at home identify with the show and go "I could do that. Me. I could. I'm a star. Louis Walsh practically said so". It would be worth getting to the judge's round just to hear Louis Walsh say, "Sooz, you remind me of a young Ralph McTell" or something.

I'm currently addicted to drinking Chinese green mint tea with lots of honey in it. These Chinese teas may or may not be doing me good, but I know one thing, they sure taste like grass clippings.