"Your Saturday night starts right here!"
Eight years ago, BBC iPlayer didn't exist, the iPhone hadn't been released and the first series of Mad Men was just hitting our screens.
Basically, it was a bloody long time ago.
And it was in 2007 that Dermot O'Leary began hosting The X Factor.
After proving himself to be the best thing (well, the only thing) about Big Brother's Little Brother, we were thrilled that he had signed up to the ITV behemoth.
Almost instantly, Dermot brought so many facets to the X Factor stage that we fell in love with. Some serious, some… not so much.
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From the get go, Dermot delivered a tone and charisma to the job that is inimitable. His slight irreverence and anarchy was a welcome antidote to the often po-faced seriousness of the judges. Yes, Kelly Rowland, that means you.
What Dermot did so well was give the show a pinch of knowingness. Unlike his predecessor (sorry, Kate Thornton), you always felt as though Dermot not only loved the show like it was one of his children, but he also accompanied every link, interview or dig at Louis Walsh with a knowing nod and wink to the lucicrous nature of the show itself.
It's a fine line to tread, but somehow he managed it. If you tuned in to The X Factor because you were a diehard, loyal fan – you loved Dermot. If you watched with an ironic grimace, tweeting your disdain throughout an entire five hours on a Saturday night – you loved Dermot.
Basically, we all loved Dermot.
Whether standing in front of an Alexandra Burke or a Wagner, you never felt as though he was mocking the contestants - no matter what caliber their talent. Again, it might seem obvious, but it's a trait that not all reality TV show presenters are blessed with.
Even in what could have been an awkward moment, Dermot was always natural, in control and ready with a witty retort or calming hug. And what's even more impressive is the manner in which he would deal with those toe-curling post-performance interviews with mega American stars who weren't sure when their single was out, who they were talking to or what country they were in. And yet, he handled it all with aplomb.
This is all easy to take for granted… until you re-watch Konnie Huq doing The Xtra Factor, anyway.
Coming close to biting the hand that feeds him - or at least pays his mortgage - Dermot wasn't afraid to fling a few jibes at Simon Cowell, whether it be taking the mick out of surgery rumours or his hareem of exes. And that's something that we can't see the next presenter of The X Factor being in a rush to emulate. More's the pity.
Without wanting to degrade all of his excellent and vast capabilities as a presenter, we have to admit to tuning in each week for two things in particular. The dancing. And the bulge.
The notion that we will never again see The X Factor doors slide open to produce a clapping, twerking and stoney-faced Dermot has put the biggest dampener on our weekend.
For reasons that we still can't put an X on, his choreographed - or often, not choreographed - introductions on the live shows were the absolute highlight of the programme.
Maybe if the producers had put a Dermot jig at a miscellaneous middle moment of each show, the viewing figures for the past couple of series would have been considerably higher. We don't know about you, but we'd have been kept glued to the screen in anticipation.
Meanwhile, a quick search on Twitter is all that's needed to confirm how much love there is for Dermot's trouser department. 'Dermot's package', 'Dermot's big bulge', 'Little Dermot' and 'Dermot's Bulge' are all accounts run by, er, fans. The official X Factor account even follows one of them.
There have been a bunch of changes on the show in eight years. The closed room auditions have returned, Cheryl Cole joined as a judge, the Six Chair Challenge was introduced, The Xtra Factor has employed the odd dodgy signing, Cheryl Fernandez-Versini rejoined as a judge and Simon Cowell has worked his way through a couple of faces.
But the one thing that has always remained a brilliant constant during the show's golden era has been Dermot.
Like bread without butter or One Direction without Zayn Malik (wait…what happened?), it's almost incomprehensible to imagine The X Factor without Dermot.
When the show returns later this year, someone will have an incredibly big bulge to fill.
