Listening to the Eurovision Poop Contest on the radio, through my PC (because I don't what to traumatise my poor television).
I usually try to avoid the crap festival, but this year I'm a tiny bit curious.
[Hoping that my speakers won't go on strike]
1. Ken Bruce sounds like Wogan. Aaah, how refreshing!
2. There's plenty of crapness.
3. Greece's entry is quite probably Britney Spears.
4. The usual Barbie and Ken combo are presenting.
5. I'm contemplating giving up, listening to some Real Music and coming back to laugh through the voting.
6. Haven't lost the will to live yet, currently listening to some pukey power ballad from the host nation.
7. 21:43 - the Russian entry's singing about thunder and storms, while a strong wind blows outside my window. This isn't the Crapovision version of that Umbrella song, is it?!
8. Yes, I'm still listening. For the purposes of sarcasm.
9. 21:46 - Yes, final act! Hooray! Nul Pointe Norway present something Christina Aguilera may have considered, TEN YEARS AGO! Yes, it has a beat that just screams late 90s cheese. Not that Eurovision would ever object to cheese!
10. 21:51 - Barbie and Ken are making me want to puke.
11. 22:05 - That's it! I've give up on this sh*t. I'm now listening to some Dixie Chicks - decent lyrics, beautiful music and three very cool ladies. Something puke-o-vision severely lacks!
