Surreptitiously orchestrating mischievous anti-Moir campaigns, so you don’t have to. I suppose there’s nothing for it but to accept that it’s just that time of the year again. With the X-Factor live shows dominating weekend television like dreams of Daniel O’Donnell dominate your granny’s knicker-buying decisions, it would be rather churlish of me not to concede the odd reluctant nod. I suppose I won’t lose too many cool points for admitting that Simon Cowell’s extravaganza is rather exciting this time round. After all, it features two very special “stars” this year. They’re rhinoceros-skinned, ultra-annoying, can’t sing a note and are so far off their rockers they’ll never be reconciled with the real world, but by God, they’ve given us here at culch.ie plenty to snigger at … Whassat? Hmm? Who the Jaysus are John and Edward? I’m talking about Whitney Houston and Robbie Williams! Yes, Whitters and … er … … There’s more →