The X Factor is gracing our television screens once again tomorrow night. Why? Well, that's a mystery to those who can't see past what is now quite obviously the ancient, withered, formulaic structure of a show through which, each year, exactly the same things happen, in usually exactly the same order but, and here's the clever part, with different faces stuck on. We all love a healthy bit of competition, but the X Factor has turned into a big fake drama. It's the next WWE! Soon Gary Barlow will be breaking chairs over contenstants' backs! It's scripted and edited to within an inch of its life, all the while violantly announcing that it's desperate to discover somebody in the UK who's got that 'X' factor when, in actual fact, even if they enter the competition with the oh-so rare bleedin' X factor everyone yaps on about, they leave the show having been cloned into a ballad-bashing bore.