Britian's Got Talent, audition week two, ITV, review Despite this sideshow, the second set of auditions did unearth some promising acts. Impressionist Francine Lewis did uncanny mimicry of such highbrow figures as Stacey Solomon, Katie Price, Amy Childs, Holly Willoughby and Cheryl Cole. If she can add Holden and Dixon for the live semi-finals, she could go far. Ballroom duo AJ and Chloe performed a slick, sexy dance full of high-kicks and spectacular lifts. A scantily-clad trio called CEO Dancers did an energetic, Afro-flavoured, rump-shaking routine which steamed up Cowell's specs. Singing Welsh sandwich-makers The Johnson Brothers provided a mini-SuBo moment with their wholesome harmonising. Teenage Irish troubadour Jordan O'Keefe wowed with an accomplished acoustic take on One Direction's Little Things. Cowell responded with one of those bluffs which fool precisely nobody: "I didn't really like it . . I absolutely loved it. Sprinkled among these standouts were the usual sad cases. One bloke got his derriere stuck in a dustbin. A builder talked into vegetables like they were phones. A woman in pink legwarmers did a freestyle dance that made David Brent look like Rudolf Nureyev. The rhythm of these audition shows has already become rather repetitive. A theme gets set up. A few duff auditions rattle past. Just when all looks lost, the last act turns out to be a triumph. These series are inevitably formulaic but usually do a better job of hiding it. We ended with preposterous Nottingham rapper MC Boy - even though the letters on his cheap T-shirt had worn off, so it appeared he was called McRoy. Despite all evidence to the contrary, he claimed to be quite the Casanova. "Ladies love me because I look clean," he helpfully explained. His so-bad-it-was-good composition I Need You Tonight was idiotically infectious and gradually got the whole crowd on their feet. Walliams dad-danced up on the judge's table, while Ant and Dec jumped around on-stage. "I wouldn't say it's got "hit" written all over it," smiled Cowell. But you're pretty close. A suitably absurd way to end another irresistibly upbeat episode.