Eurovision
I am half listening to the annual Eurovision Song Contest and thinking, yet again, what a load of shit the whole thing is. Not only are the songs poor and the performances bland, but the voting is a joke. I am prepared to bet (even halfway through) that the British entry will not be in the top ten. That's partly because it is piss poor, but also because the countries club together in supporting their neighbours - and no one likes the Brits, except the Irish, oddly.
Graham Norton gamely tries to make his (largely gay) audience think that this is a real competition and that it is somehow important. But everything knows that it is anything but that. I preferred Terry Wogan's cynical and sometimes bloody rude commentary, but I can't blame Norton for trying to bring some credibility to this so-called contest, which is well past its sell-by date.
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Never mind. I have nothing better to do this evening as I am surrounded by packing cases ahead of my move to the country on Tuesday. So I don't give a rat's arse who wins. But I will eat my record collection if the UK entry wins.