The Great X Factor Boycott.. Part One
So, this all began last week when I was snuggled on the sofa with The Boy watching some telly. Then a marks and spencer advert appeared on the TV, featuring the fame hungry cretins from Xfactor. I was aghast. It's one thing to have it rammed down my throat at it's sanctioned time (when I promptly open the DVD play or head outside to have a life), but quite another when it's flaunting itself over my need to buy and sandwich.
I did what anyone would do- I registered my annoyance with Marks and Spencer. They ignored my comments. Nice. Valued customer and all. I only shop there every day.
How to avoid this imbecillic avalanche of stupidity I thought to myself? Then a lightbulb came on in my head. In the 80s and 90s I was raised in a lovely socialist household with Mike and Mary, te lovely socialist parents. Mike and Mary and little baby me boycotted everything. The Pole Tax. South African Produce. Israel. Mr Whippy. It seemed to work (no more pole tax. No more apartheid. Nelson Mandela is free).
Well, I thought. I could boycott Marks and Spencer. That shouldn't be too hard. I can take packed lunches to work. I bought "Killing in The Name Of" eight times a few years ago. This will be fine.
Then I had another thought...
There are OTHER sponsors. I looked it up and there are loads of them, including rimmel, polariod, berroca, JJB (full list later). Could I successfully live in an x factor free world for the remainder of the series duration by boycotting them AND their sponsors in their entirity?
Keep an eye on the blog to find out
NB: This also means not buying the music of Gary Barlow (I never have), Tulisa (bye bye ndubz), Kelly rowland (never my cuppa tea anyway) and... whatever it is the old man does.
