As if the BBC isn’t dumbed down enough already. If anyone’s been tempted for a nanofraction of a millisecond to watch “The Voice”, and I understand very few people have, it could be because trails and unavoidable promos suggest to watch it would be to embark on a voyeuristic journey towards eye-ache, nausea, self loathing and ordinary loathing.
Evie Rose Lane is Allison Pearson’s daughter and you won’t be hearing her on The Voice. She fell for the BBC’s assurance that all prospective contestants would be given a fair and equal chance to pass through the auditions and vetting procedures on merit alone. She suspended her dad’s disbelief and gave it a go. On the scale of Blue-Peterish deception, it seems that is a deception up there with Cookie the kitten. It’s not a talent contest. It’s just another rigged sham, orchestrated to plumb the depths of the mawkish, misery-memoir, lowest common denominator tear-jerker of a tear-jerk fest, targeted no doubt at the BBC’s newly invented underclass the precariat, formerly known as the pleb; or if there’s any justice, the predon’tcariat.