Anna’s excellent coverage of I’d Do Anything tells of sing-offs and tears and reality TV joy and happiness every single week, as contestants battle it out become the new Nancy in the new production of Oliver. It’s jolly good Saturday evening entertainment, I have to say, but I was a bit, y’know, peed off with the Lord himself at the end of Sunday night’s results show (I still HATE that concept of the Sunday night results show). John Barrowman does his thing, Denise does hers and Barry is entertainingly cuckoo, but Andrew Lloyd Webber on Sunday night just completely threw his toys out of the pram and stormed off because he didn’t agree with the audience’s decision to put up Niamh and Keisha for the sing-off. What did he expect? This is a reality TV show voted for by the public.

Apparently Keisha was saying, right, that Andrew had stormed off after he made his decision to lose her. He was very upset. We saw this on the telly on Sunday – as Keisha was doing her goodbye song, there was a shot of Andrew just getting up and walking off.

As one of our commenters rightly said: if he can’t deal with the fact that he has to make decisions based on votes from the viewing public, then why agree to the whole thing in the first place? Why agree to a format where he has the casting vote on whoever happens to be in the bottom two?

C’mon Andrew. Stop being a big baby and get on with it.

There is, of course, the probability he’s just doing all this to stoke up some headlines and some extra interest. He seems like a good guy does Andrew, and these reality series have done wonders for his public image.

However, one of the reasons I enjoy BBC talent competitions more than ITV’s sorry efforts is because things don’t tend to descend into pantomime. Sure, the various panels ham it up a bit, but nothing compared to the ridiculous antics of your Cowells and Osbournes.

So c’mon Andrew, don’t fall into that trap!