As an unashamed Strictly fan, I am delighting in the disintegration of the glitzy shambles formerly known as the X Factor.
Like many people, I suspect, I always record the shows and fast-forward through the adverts and the snivelling back-stories.
It leaves about 20 minutes of watchable television.
Just enough to realise there is a wonderful conspiracy abroad to ensure that Chris Maloney (the Fake Shake) wins this year’s event.
He is a cross between Paul O’Grady and Joe Longthorne, and a victory for him would divest the show of its remaining vestiges of street credibility.
But any programme which can dump wonderful Ella Henderson (the finest female singer to arrive in a generation) deserves all it gets.