Eurovision

It would seem SO inappropriate to mention the waste-of-space Eurovision song contest on such a highbrow blog, although, it was SO bad, it’s definitely worth a slate.

Why on earth were we being represented as a nation by a bunch of sexual deviants dressed in air steward outfits? What the point of this humiliation was I shall never know.

J watched it, unashamedly, the entire programme. I only watched about half an hour.

My personal favourite was Ukraine. A man dressed like a woman who, strangely, coated herself in tin foil and had a cone on her head. I was never sure what I was watching, but the song was absolutely rollicking. The thrusting dance moves that went alongside the tune were, to put it mildly, diabolical.

That said, they came second, beaten by Serbia. And we nearly almost ended with nil point.

Let’s start a campaign to rid our lives of this meaningless and somewhat shameful atrocity.

Bring back the days of ‘Ooh Aah, just a little bit, Ooh Aah, a little bit more’ and the Goddess of thoughtful melody, Gina G.