Look, deep down, we’re not really angry. We’re just confused. And a little bit hungry for some spectacularly bad auditions. We need our dose of a guy who thinks he’s a parrot, or a sword-swallowing grandmother. It’s comfort food for the soul.
Is this a sign that TV is dying? No. It’s a sign that traffic jams happen in television land too. Even the Queen of talent shows gets stuck in a scheduling roundabout. It’s oddly reassuring, isn’t it? Even Simon Cowell can’t control the BBC’s football schedule.
So, what’s the verdict?Grab a blanket. Buy some extra snacks. Mark your calendar with a giant red pen. The golden buzzer will return. The human beatboxers will be back. The dodgy backing tracks will fire up once more.
Just… don’t trust the TV guide until the very last second. And if you see a baking show on ITV next Saturday? Don’t panic. Just pour another coffee and wait for the chaos to resume. We’re in this together, schedule or no schedule.
