For the last three weeks there has been a strong sense that unless you were performing some sort of essential service at 7.30pm on a Monday night you were watching The Voice.
The ratings were mega. The love for the judges (well, the male judges) was overflowing. The talent was dazzling. And people who’d sworn off television talent shows were drawn back in.
Anticipation for last night’s first live show was frenzied. More than 2 million of us tuned in. And then the wheels fell off. Perhaps the charm and talent which had set The Voice apart from its competitors was the product of slick editing. Or maybe it’s the vagaries of live television.
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