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Second year running...
Well, last year was the first time in thirty I'd sat and watched the Eurovision Song Contest. I seem to be going for two in a row, like a kid who's found a dead sheep and can't stop prodding it...
The French, for some inexplicable reason has a bald woman on stilts wobbling around in the background while the tattooed Ronan-alike sang.
Currently the Serbian-Montenegrins (catchy state) are doing something with pan pipes.
This is cheaper than drugs, and only marginally less disorientating. Wogan (blessed be his name) has yet to hit full sarcasm mode.
More updates later provided I don't doze off or die or something....
The French, for some inexplicable reason has a bald woman on stilts wobbling around in the background while the tattooed Ronan-alike sang.
Currently the Serbian-Montenegrins (catchy state) are doing something with pan pipes.
This is cheaper than drugs, and only marginally less disorientating. Wogan (blessed be his name) has yet to hit full sarcasm mode.
More updates later provided I don't doze off or die or something....