Can't quite believe that I'm posting a SECOND entry about the X Factor, but there you go.

I felt a bit ashamed after watching it last night. John and Edward Grimes were voted off - and I was delighted. More than that, I felt a surge of adrenalin through my body while Danni Minogue was making her mind up and then a wave of elation when she said she was sending them home. It was when I saw their crestfallen faces that I felt ashamed.

On a scale of one to ten, the shame that I felt was probably only about two but it's been interesting to ask myself where it came from. Am I a wicked person? Do I really care (really?) who wins the X Factor? Do I need to get out more on a Saturday night?

I've not come up with a definitive answer yet but will be looking out for my reactions next time I'm watching. For the record, think Stacey should win.