And the winner is...

I wouldn't normally go within a hundred miles of "X Factor", but as the BBC insist that it is news, I was regaled on their bulletin with a snatch of the winner's performance of a song called, apparently, "Hallelu(breath)jah". As far as I could see and hear it was another case of emotion and passion being mistaken for talent. She's not rubbish by any means, but to my ear she has a pretty ordinary voice depending strongly on electronic assistance, and her delivery is nothing special. But then, what do I know? I'm sure she'll go on to make a packet, and good luck to her.