UNLESS you've been living under a stone, you'll have noticed that everyone's favourite karaoke show has made its return to television and is now in full-swing.
Yes, it's X-Factor season; a show mainly stocked by preening wannabes whose overactive sense of self-importance is eclipsed only by that of the comically narcissistic, dream-shattering judges. Judges who routinely contort their faces into such contemptibly righteous facial expressions that anyone would think they'd just discovered the cure for cancer, or rustled-up an antidote to global warming. Come on. What's the point of them? The viewers decide everything anyway.
Of course, the return of the X-Factor (does anyone know what that actually is yet?) means you can wave goodbye to getting any valuable updates from your Twitter or Facebook timeline on Saturday evenings. Poke your head out of the window come X-Factor time and you can almost hear the collective tapping of keyboards and keypads as the nation submits it damning appraisals of contestants pining for their piece of the limelight. It's like being hard-wired into the nation's psyche. The poor shrieking hopefuls are lambs to the slaughter, standing on stage soaking up criticism like terrified sponges of sadness while they're tweeted semi-literate insults by The General Public. Sometimes I feel sorry for them. Then I remember they signed up for it.
In other news, David Huntley. The local acoustic singer songwriter has penned a few new tracks with fellow Devonian Benjamin Payne. They go by the name Projectionists. Dare I say it, there are shades of Flaws-era Bombay Bicycle Club here, particularly on Love By The Sea. North Star, meanwhile, sounds like it was penned by the long-ostracised, more inexperienced cousin of Sigur Ros. The songwriting is simple, peaceful and engagingly maudlin, while the production is glossed with a delightful lo-fi sheen. Wait until it's raining, turn the fire up, pour yourself a large glass of wine and have a listen to Projectionists at soundcloud.com/thought-cloud-productions There are four tracks waiting to be downloaded for free.
Finally, it wouldn't be right to conclude without a mention of Movember: the month-long campaign that encourages men to grow moustaches during November to boost awareness of prostate cancer, hopefully raising a few quid along the way. Are you getting involved? Send before and after snaps to editorial@northdevonjournal. co.uk Me? I can categorically reveal that I will not be taking part. Pre-pubescent levels of testosterone prohibit my participation. I am biologically and hormonally incapable. A month's growth will foster nought more than a few strands of wispy fluff. No one needs to see that. Find out more about the campaign at uk.movember.com
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