Three minutes. If that.
That's all it took for me to get tired of Britain's Got Talent last night.
I haven't watched the programme for a few years and had no intention of following it this year, either. I just happened to see it on when I was in the living room so sat down on the sofa to see what was going on.
The problem I have complained about in the past was even more prominent in the few minutes I watched.
It is about the judges more than the talent.
The act I happened to catch was a magician in a pink suit and he was about to make a lady levitate. In the short time this man was on the stage, the camera must have jumped to the judges and back to the act at least four times.
I didn't even see him start. I picked myself up and left the room.
It's that easy. If I don't like something, I leave.
I'm sure I'll be back in 2014 with another Britain's Got Talent gripe.