well I liked them. I'd sooner see a man who had a heart attack and decided to follow his dream while he still could, team up with his sons and have a great time, than constantly see weeping women telling us all they're 'doing it for their kids'. Maybe they're not the greatest singers in the world, but I'm fed up with screaming screeching woman showing us their fillings and what they ate for dinner when they deliver a song. I couldn't stand Alexandra Burke or Sam Bailey, but I understood their appeal and accepted they won. I liked the Neal's and i hope they do well in the final, just as I hope the choir, Jules and Matisse and Old Men Grooving do well.



