It seems to have been a longer ride this year, but we’re there at last: the Britain’s Got Talent Semi-Finals.
Maybe the sheen is beginning to tarnish: once you’ve seen one terrifyingly stentorian middle-aged lady making an abused border collie do some ballet for a molecule of bacon, you’ve seen them all.
Or perhaps we’re just getting older now: the pensioners who are so desperate for human interaction that they’re glad to spend an evening singing 40s standards while standing in an expanding puddle of piss seem less like our great-grandparents and instead step depressingly up the ancestral ladder.
Either way, this year’s Britain’s Got Talent has been an oddly dispiriting one. But now it nears its conclusion…