….this annual extravaganza requires a Public Health Warning….
(Taking a moment out of my blogging about my POC, oxygen and asthma to fill you in on last night!)
Well, what can I say about the Eurovision Song Contest?……IMAO…..
25 Nations across Europe and other countries thrown in who we Europeans don’t actually consider to be a part of Europe, for that, and possibly the only major Nations missing be the USA, Australia and Canada!
Several pulled out due to economic hardships. Praise the Lord, I hear you say!
We were thriled to come last but upset we didn’t actually get ‘Nil Points’
A disappointingly large number of ‘good’ songs that I could still sing now!
The statutory ‘pitch invasion’ early on which gave Spain a second chance of performing at the end!
A miserable number of weirdos. Where were the singing monsters and transvestite drag groups this year?
Where were the dancing Kosaks in a Norwegian song (the singer of which turned out to be a Russian)-Oh sorry, that one won it last year and probably went down as the best winer ever in my book!
We usually have a few dancing Grannies and OAPs but all Euro could muster up this year was the oldeset perfomer ever on stage playing a Bedoin Oboe! So, no fire eaters, knife throwers and the like!
The German winner (yes, German-hello political voters, erm, aren’t Germany rather big in the Euro market atm?) had released her single and it had already gone Platinum. Ok, so like, How? It was pants and so was she-and at the end she appeared rather ‘high’ on more than ventolin inhalers, I suspect. Nice American accent, for the record, was that the American contribution to the Euro Song contest, LOL!
People liked the Danish song. My Mother-in-Law voted for it.
We voted for Iceland-I liked the song and yes, long live the volcano that has caused us so much crap recently!
But even our new Tory voters couldn’t get the UK any further up the leader board than Bottom! Perhaps it is because we have made such a point of avoiding Europe. There is rather obviously this body of water between us and the mainland. We are not essentially therefore ‘connected’. Oh dear, how sad, never mind!
The single most hilarious effort of the evening for me was the Israeli entry. The only thing missing from it was a bucket for the poor bloke singing in unpronounceable Hebrew (which requires and inamorous amount of glottal stopping) to spit his phlegm into. Oh dear. Next year try the english translation!
I had a great deal of difficulty in not laughing myself into an attack and we had to keep switching over to let my lungs and heart rate recover.
There could have been 5 or so winners. So the seemingly one horse race of the Germans was even more bizarre-they’d obviously been practising with their beach towels.
If you’re interested-you could find the songs on You Tube. Have a listen to Iceland, Ireland, Armenia, Denmark, and Azerbaijan.
And check out the French entry, Terrible and a bit overly porno. Oh dear, will the French ever learn!
I suggest you ignore the UK entry. Can’t even remember the title-although the bloke was sweet enough-like a young, skinny version of my baby brother. Didn’t help him one bit though!
….Ah, Eurovision. Can’t wait til next year now!….