Can you tell we're feeling quite bereft after the tears and excitement of Saturday night's X Factor? But we are not going to let go of the show just yet, because Grazia Daily spent some time backstage this weekend and really it would be rude not to share.
Our fever started on Friday night when we saw Kate Moss leading a gaggle of kids, like the Pied Piper, through the corridors of X HQ. They loudly heckled Louis and then went off in search of Cheryl. Wonder what she made of her Julien Macdonald dress? (But btw don't you love the credibility La Moss gives to our obsession. Apparently she couldn't make the final but wanted to give Lila a chance to get in on the X Factor Final frenzy but it's kicked off a host of rumours that we're kind of enjoying that she'll be a judge next series - and help Cheryl get her own Topshop range!)
As for us, we were back at Wembley studios on Saturday afternoon to watch Beyonce rehearse Listen with Alex. Dressed in jeans a hoodie and without a scrap of make-up, Beyonce still managed to charm the room. Everyone from the hardest cameraman to the team of stylists were bawling at the duet - so perhaps we'll have to forgive Alex for those tears later on. As she left the stage the American A-lister smiled at JLS. ‘I wish y'all could win too' she told them. We couldn't have scripted it better.
What else? A super-chilled Cheryl was padding around the studio in pink slippers accompanied by her Girls Aloud crew. Jerry Springer (er, why?) was predicating great things in the US for Eoghan, Louis changed the JLS/Westlife duet at the last minute (for the better), Kelly Brook and Sharleen Spiteri swapped pass notes backstage.
Then - with ten minutes to go until kickoff - Cheryl changed into her Julien MacDonald gown (we were, we confess chuffed with our prediction). Danni emerged in Ralph and Russo and even Louis made an effort in a sparkly D&G suit and bowtie. Then the lights went down, the pyrotechnics went off and our X-Factor-as-it-happens blogger hit the net... Will TV ever be this good again? Frankly, we're not sure our nerves can take it.