The x-facfor must be approaching the crunch point where the favourites begin to be voted off.
Cheryl is becoming worried that she is going to lose one of her girls. Why else would she attack Wagner, on live TV, in front of untold millions? She's scared, that's why.
So what if he can't sing, he moves like a duck out of water, he forgets the words and sings way out of synch with the backing singers! He dresses for a circus performance.
Ah yes, a circus is what the show has turned itself into. A weekly madhouse not to be missed, where the UK feasts on egos and desperate wannabees. LCD TV at its best. Lowest Common Denominator: which judge can be the most argumentative, the rudest and worst of all, which one can be economical with the truth through clenched teeth.
But, back to Cheryl, the nation's favourite we are told.
Real class, Cheryl, attacking a man who is trying his best. More real class from Simon and Dermot who did not pull her up on her comments. It's a talent show guys, you can be critical but never personal.
Cheryl has had her fair share of bad publicity. You know how that feels, Cheryl? Yet it's acceptable for you to behave as you did?
You should have told him face to face. But then, you need that audience, don't you Cheryl?
The x-factor is going for One Direction but Rachel to win.
Wagner through again and Cheryl face like a slapped behind!
