Eastern-European Song Contestski
Well. I’m incensed by that. I’m not about to go buy Andy Abraham’s album Impossible Dream (2.98 from Amazon - a bargain) but he deserved better than joint last! I mean he put heart, soul, balls, lungs, toe nails and his bin lorry into that. And he was beaten by an ice skating bell end. with a waxed chest (not that I was looking mind) and a song that didn’t really do it for me.
Now the thing that shocked me slightly was that this year you had to qualify for the contest, and My dad (who is Maltese) through a party as the Eurovision is the only chance that Malta usually gets to battle on a (vaguely) level playing field only to find that after buying the nibble, pouring out the drinks and getting the Maltese flag down from the loft, that Malta hadn’t even qualified. Disaster.
On the voting side of things (this is after watching an unfathomably large amount of over made up loves-of-themselves prance about the stage) it was basically a night of camp back rubbing. I got more and more incensed Its a good job we didn’t play the drinking game we were going to play as the tatical voting that went on would have meant that the TV would have exited the house via the window.
Worse still is that I have woken up to the story that Wogers may quit. What! He is the single best thing about the event, and has ended up disgusted at the turn of events there. And if Wogan is upset, I am upset.
The only thing to do is to leave this blog with a vid of andy doing his thing and I guess lets give him gordon Browns job as a form of compensation.
Check out the fat, smiling Lawrence Fishburn bass player!
