Betting.Betfair

The worst aspect of penning a X Factor review on a quiet Sunday afternoon - when you're at the peak of your writing powers - is that there's always the possibility of the X Factor results show later that evening forcing you into a complete re-write. That's what has happened here. I had this article penned by four o'clock yesterday afternoon, I was on the lash by five o'clock, and by seven o'clock I was throwing money behind the bar for the locals in anticipation of collecting my X Factor winnings. But that's as good as it got. At exactly 8:37pm on Sunday evening (I know the exact time because there's an outgoing call on my mobile to the local hospital) Dermot O'Leary said the word, "Fraaankie", - meaning the sleazy rock star wannabe had survived another week - and I turned a ghostly,...