You will either commend me for my bravery or ridicule me for my foolishness when I tell you that I ended up watching The X Factor live. I know, I know, any street cred I might have had is out the window now but it wasn't the Entertainment Factor so much as the Attraction of Repulsion Factor (you know, the compulsion we have to look at the squashed dog on the road). I started quite innocently by laughing at the audition clips on YouTube and, within weeks, was booking the television to see the show live. Worse than that, I then started telling my wife what happened each week despite knowing she hates The X Factor but I just loved the awfulness of it all.
Thankfully the show ended and my marriage didn't (I think it was close though).
I'll be OK, the MotoGP season starts in a couple of months. (Notice how I injected some high-octane sport to salvage some credibility?)
Brendan