Saturday night's all right for fighting

SHAME on you, Harry Hill!

Harry used to be funny enough to entertain us without descending into smutty and crude humour, which doesn't become him.

Talking about budgies living in Dot's hair in EastEnders was lame, but then he conjured up a completely unnecessary image with "let's hope they don't migrate south for the winter".

And it was mean to say about Sian Lloyd's open-legged pose on Hole In The Wall: "If she'd done that a bit more often, her boyfriend wouldn't have left her for a Cheeky Girl."

I was rather disappointed by his opening salvo. A programme which usually has been laughing out loud all the way through only raised the occasional chuckle.

He's had weeks to watch TV and come up with some good lines, and the best he could manage on The X Factor, which is comedy central, was "Doesn't Dermot O'Leary hug a lot?".

This is a show where Dannii Minogue's hideous bright pink lipstick appears to change colour half-way through, and where Brian Friedman comes up with camp topless men on motorbikes and cheesy graphics of the world in someone's hands.

What is the point of him? As "creative director" he did nothing with Scott Bruton, though he pretended it was a brave decision: "We've stripped everything away, it's just him and a mic."

I love the bickering between the judges and Cheryl's catty comment:"Let's face it, Louis's never been good with girl bands".

Who's better, Cheryl or Louis? There's only one way to find out.....FIGHT!