I admit I haven’t blogged in a while. But as the only reporter covering an exciting patch like Haringey, can you blame me? With vans, lorries, police cars and buses mowing people down at every junction, I’ve hardly had time to pause for breath. I don’t think the same can be said, however, for my counterparts on the nationals if the headlines Britain's Got Talent's “Hairy Angel” has racked up over the last week is anything to go by.

Though I’m by no means averse to a little reality TV, I tend to draw the line at Britain’s Got Talent. Because, quite frankly, the show only serves to prove we haven’t. So I missed the start of the Susan Boyle phenomenon.

Susan Boyle, for those who don’t know, is the Hairy Angel – an ‘ugly duckling’ with a voice like a skylark.

Miss Boyle hobbled on to Britain’s Got Talent stage looking more Hunchback of Notre Dame than Miss Saigon and then proceeded to wow judges with an amazing rendition of stage classic I Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables.

And this is what has the papers stupefied - though I’m yet to figure out why. Even if you were a total dimwit, the not-so-subtle editing was a dead giveaway.

The Scottish spinster (she live with her cat) has since sparked a national debate on the alleged anomaly of hideously ugly people being tremendously talented.

Tabloids are on the hunt to find the men who have dared to kiss this furry-lipped toad, Amanda Holden has vowed to save Susan from a Hollywood-style makeover because “we love her just the way she is”.

Even the broadsheets have been indulging in clichéd introspection posing the question: “Perhaps it is we who are ugly for judging her so harshly?” And the BBC joined the circus by publishing a full-length feature on its website exploring the concept of beauty. Yawn.

I don’t know what the fuss is about.

Most politicians look like gargoyles, Stephen Fry’s brilliant mind is hidden behind a lopsided, rubbery face and Tom Jones looks like a moving waxwork and still drives the grannys wild. Premiership star Wayne Rooney, great footballer that he is, could easily be mistaken for a boxer who’s just done ten rounds with Mike Tyson.

In fact, in day-to-day life, most people I meet are pretty gruesome, the rest - bar a few stunners – are just a little better than average. So when I finally caved and watched the YouTube clip of Susan Boyle, I dare say I didn’t find her awful at all. A little frumpy, maybe, but I didn’t recoil as much as I did when my gaze came into contact with the dangerous glare of Simon Cowell’s pearly white teeth. My word, if I had a magnifying glass I could have killed a whole army of ants.

If the mass hysteria surrounding Susan Boyle highlights anything, is that something needed to fill the vast space in the column inches left empty since Jade Goody’s death.

So if any reporters want something to write about, perhaps they could email me at epears@london.newsquest.co.uk and I’ll give them a few real leads to follow up. There is more to life than harassing and patronising a sweet, older woman with bushy eyebrows and a little bit of ‘tache. And - shock! gasp! - a fantastic voice.