It has come to this....

The Saturday evening of a bank holiday weekend and I have fallen foul of lethargy and apathy.

Most of the gang are off doing other things and I can't frankly be arsed to go out to the boozer. I was sluicing back the BEER like a good 'un last night, and as middle age tightens its grip on everything except my waist band I find that the kidneys and soft furnishings can only take so much.

The result?

For the first time in 30 years, and 35 years since the UK last took it seriously, I have - and I hang my head in shame at the admission - watched the Eurovision Song Contest.

And it hasn't changed other than being far longer than I recall. Of course, with the fall of Communism, there is an awful lot more countries out there peddling their pan-European pap. Still, there was an awful lot of rather comely belly-buttons on display and this was appreciated here at the HQ of Navel Contemplation.

Ahem.

I hope Turkey wins.

Oh dear. As I type there's an old bloke playing the piano with a parrot on his shoulder.

Were it not for the laconic commentary of Wogan (blessed be the name) I doubt I should have survived the evening.

But where, I ask in all seriousness, is Katie Boyle?

Immediate Update:

It is the end of civilization as we know it. They have just announced that next year there will be TWO Eurovision contests...

Civilization? Nul Point.

It has come to this....

The Saturday evening of a bank holiday weekend and I have fallen foul of lethargy and apathy.

Most of the gang are off doing other things and I can't frankly be arsed to go out to the boozer. I was sluicing back the BEER like a good 'un last night, and as middle age tightens its grip on everything except my waist band I find that the kidneys and soft furnishings can only take so much.

The result?

For the first time in 30 years, and 35 years since the UK last took it seriously, I have - and I hang my head in shame at the admission - watched the Eurovision Song Contest.

And it hasn't changed other than being far longer than I recall. Of course, with the fall of Communism, there is an awful lot more countries out there peddling their pan-European pap. Still, there was an awful lot of rather comely belly-buttons on display and this was appreciated here at the HQ of Navel Contemplation.

Ahem.

I hope Turkey wins.

Oh dear. As I type there's an old bloke playing the piano with a parrot on his shoulder.

Were it not for the laconic commentary of Wogan (blessed be the name) I doubt I should have survived the evening.

But where, I ask in all seriousness, is Katie Boyle?

Immediate Update:

It is the end of civilization as we know it. They have just announced that next year there will be TWO Eurovision contests...

Civilization? Nul Point.