Britain's Got Talent is like watching someone's stag weekend televised, at unconscionable length; there are men cross-dressing and women stripping, pole- dancing and tassels, a shouty shambolic wannabe rapper, an irritating man in a straitjacket on the end of a flaming rope and borderline jailbait teenagers prancing about in their underwear. Think Hieronymus Bosch meets Spearmint Rhino and you've just about got the measure of this carcrash
Britain's Got Talent is like watching someone's stag weekend televised, at unconscionable length; there are men cross-dressing and women stripping, pole- dancing and tassels, a shouty shambolic wannabe rapper, an irritating man in a straitjacket on the end of a flaming rope and borderline jailbait teenagers prancing about in their underwear. Think Hieronymus Bosch meets Spearmint Rhino and you've just about got the measure of this carcrash
Must have missed that the first time round :/