I found the whole process odd to be honest.
Leaving aside the whole issue of this being a bad series all round (with some justification, but...) the boys actually could have been a decent category if Miss Thing could have been handed a pair of calipers to extract her head from her arse for all of five minutes.
I quite liked the very little I saw of Duane, a good soulful tone or so I heard for the five or so seconds I heard him. He may have been dreadful, but we'll never know I suppose.
I will go out on a limb here and say that even if that was Duanes best five seconds of the whole process, it was a five seconds light years ahead of that perpetually weeping Caledonian drag artist, who had all the range of a dysfunctional air rifle, and brought an emotional indifference to his songs akin to being kept waiting by the cheese counter in an Asda supermarket.
He did have a funny eyebrow though. I assume he thought it constituted some kind of "look" (though I half expected Nicholas Cage to run onstage and rip it off his head as it was a clue in "National Treasure III - Ricky's eyebrow and The Pharaohs Golden Testicle ").
Anyway, I digress. She could have picked three halfway interesting contestants, and instead picked three bloody awful ones. In a way, that is some achievement.
But dear God, Ricky?!?
I'd be more embarrassed about that then lamping a toilet attendant any day of the week.