I feel cheated. I wanted: one pixie like, bare-footed, flute carrying, soft voiced folky style singer; one chavvy, attitudey, forge my words but it doesn't matter because I'll freestyle a rap, but with a hint of vulnerability, entertaining lively energetic singer; one polished, stage schooled, perfect vocal, lovely ballad singer who can also belt out big notes, but genuinely modest and unaware of how talented they are.
Surely that's what we're expecting in an x-facto final, plus a wacky weirdo with flashing nipple tassels, an ok voice, and an overwhelming desire to be famous?