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You really never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Surely I’m not the only one who’s gagging at the sugary goodness that is American Idol this season?

Don’t get me wrong, I like Lopez and Tyler, but come on, not all of the performances have been brilliant. In fact, I dare say, some of them are terrible, yet for whatever reason, none of the judges want to clue these kids in. Even Randy Jackson who was always the second most critical judge has turned into an Andrex toilet paper commercial, for fuck’s sake.

And more than ever, the female contestants are getting weeded out. I was flabbergasted to find that Pia had been voted out, but I suspect that she’ll emerge the most successful contestant this season. Well her and Scott McCreery. He sings country after all, and we know how those country music folk like to stick with their own, come hell or high water.

The judges really aren’t doing themselves any favour by never having met a performance that they didn’t love. They don’t need to get all Cowellesque, but some constructive criticism wouldn’t go amiss. In fact, I wouldn’t even mind if they decided to criticize Ryan’s new hair do. ANYTHING would be better than the constant, deifying of these mostly average singers.

At this rate, I hope that Stefano defies all the odds and wins the whole show. PLEASE GOD DON’T LET THAT TOOL JAMES DURBAN WIN THIS! It would be a fitting end to a crap season.

God I even miss Paula Abdul’s drunken ramblings…