Thankfully this reality TV show does not have as much bad press as other reality TV shows such as Big Brother. Britain’s got talent is a lot better than the other shows such as pop idol and big brother.

I love watching Britain’s got talent and it isn’t just to see the lovely Geordies Ant and Dec, however they do have a big part towards me tuning in.

Along with the Geordies it is the people who come on the show. OMG some of them are so bad it’s just ridiculous and makes you think how do they think that is a talent.

For example the two girls with the hula hoops singing along to the Queen Song Don’t stop me now, which they completely ruined and they can’t do anything with hula hoops, it was a pointless act.

I do have a lot of favourite acts, there’s so many but they were my favourites for different reasons.

There have been two acts that have made me want to cry because they sounded so beautiful and they were so young. One was a 12 year old girl named Faryll Smith who was singing made the hair stand up on the back of my neck, and the other was a 13 year old boy named Andrew Johnston who was bullied at school because of the way he sings, I just wanted to give him a huge hug.

The most entertaining one for me which got me out my seat and made me do a little dance was the Signature dance group, Suleman and Madhu who blended Michael Jackson with a bit of Bhangra. I do love Michael Jackson and I love Bhangra music so that is why I found this the most entertaining.

I don’t think Signature dance group will win it, but I hope they go far and carry on entertaining me for a while longer. I can’t wait to see some more acts!

The new gladiators 1. Oblivion, 2. Battleaxe, 3. Atlas, 4. Enigma, 5. Panther, 6. Tempest, 7. Tornado, 8. Ice, 9. Predator, 10. Inferno, 11. Spartan, 12. Destroyer were no where near as good as the originals!

I want the originals back! Oblivion is the misbehaving gladiator, well he shouldn’t be! That role is and will always be the Wolf’s place. He was my favourite he was so bad that I couldn’t help but watch him.

It’s all changed, it’s a different theme tune, and the set seems to be a lot smaller, the tasks aren’t as good as before. So I won’t be watching it again! Plus the outfits were so much better before!!!

So here is a respectable man who supposedly dropped an apple core and was arrested on the spot by fined police men and could be fined £2,500. The law was quick to get this guy!

And then you have a case about a 20 year old man raping a 10 year old girl and he didn’t even receive a jail sentence. The judge let the man go because he was “acutely embarrassed and ashamed” and “his belief that she was over 16.” This guy admitted to rape! The Judge Mr Justice Roderick Evans at Swansea Crown Court said the girl “was looking for a man and got what she wanted.” He justified that by saying “it was not the girl’s first sexual experience.” So is the judge saying because the girl isn’t pure then its okay to rape her!

A 2,500 fine for dropping an apple core is a bit much in contrast with a man getting fined £300 growing cannabis in his back garden. The police should concentrate on catching the real criminals and judges should learn to hand out appropriate sentences.

Women are infinitely strange creatures. We do strange things to our face and hair, we rave about being healthy and eating less, while at the same time, burning our protective layers in an attempt to look healthier. We can spend hours going shopping for some new shoes, only to come back with two bags, some mascara and a whole new outfit. This then of course will need new matching shoes…

We can have one thousand people declare that we’re gorgeous, but we’ll only listen to that one person hinting that we’re not. We think we need a man, when sometimes all we need is a manly hug. We believe we should feel guilty for indulging in comfort food, when we shouldn’t.

But mainly, due to hormones some of us females are slightly unpredictable in the mood stakes. This is my issue at the moment.

By unpredictable, I mean it’s not always certain it will happen, and by mood, I mean any mood that varies from the norm. This does not mean, as most men tend to judge, that all women instantly become angry, homicidal lunatics. There are those that have the ‘I’m not going to take no crap threshold’, but then there are also those that simply get a little more paranoid and just require reassurance. There are those that feel frumpy and bloated, needing only a compliment to help. And there are those that feel poop. I occasionally fall into that last category.

This means that a few times a year, if that, I’ll feel inexplicably sad. The kind of sad that gets you weeping at the Cancer Research adverts, even though you know the little girl is an actress since you clocked her in the Petit Filous adverts years ago. I remember once shedding an embarrassing amount of tears during an episode of Neighbours. The fact that it was the first time I had watched it in years, or that I had literally no emotional connection to the characters or storyline, did little to prevent the eye-socket-waterfall. I even lied to the mother about the reason for my tears (sneezed too many times…), as I was utterly ashamed that Neighbours had been my trigger.

Anyway, back to the point. I have a theory that the men out there honestly don’t have a clue about how to react when ‘The Mood’ surfaces. It appears most think that a swift “I’m so sorry for whatever I’ve done”, and then a quick departure, would do. They are mistaken. It’s actually terrifying how quickly men can disappear really. I just have to utter to one of my male friends that I’m feeling a little weepy, and suddenly all of my ovary-challenged chums have vanished. It’s like they put a bulletin out to warn their fellow man. Obviously I can’t talk for every woman out there, but personally, the ‘apology-scarper’ act does little to make me feel better. At the risk of completely generalising my ways of feeling better, this is what usually helps…

• If I’m on my own, I dance around my room like an idiot to utterly awful music, eat unhealthy amounts of bad-for-you-food.
• If I’m with a female, they usually get the response spot-on. A giant hug, then continuous bitching about the latest victim.
• If with a male, then the desired response is not for them to apologise, or give me space, or even for them to act like a woman. It is to make me laugh. Tell me a joke, remove all memory of the mood by replacing it with laughter.