How close was that?!
We nearly got null-points.
I wish we had.
What monkey let that tone deaf foundling sing for our country?
She was out of tune and off-key for the whole miserable experience.
At least she didn't make me cringe like the UK entry (or she did, but in a different way). Christ almighty, what was that about?!
The winning song didn't quite capture my imagination like last year's epic Lordi, but you gotta love Serbia's strategy: excellent singing and beauty. The issue was that they couldn't find both in one package, but that wasn't a problem. Enter stage-left, one short-arsed, chubby songstress in a man's suit and runners, with an amazing singing voice and five tall, slender, fabulously attractive women in tailored suits and high-heels, who may or may not be able to sing, but frankly no-one cares. Obvious? Hey, it worked...
Showing posts with label eurovision. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Oh Lordi
I am a big fan of Eurovision. Huge!
I love everything about it. How kitch it is, how twee, the block voting, bitching about the various entrants.
2006 was a bumper year.
There was Germany - an incredibly sappy (and very un-German-esque) Country number;
There was Turkey - a fairly chunky forty-something, who had beaten herself into a sequined ice-skater's costume that revealed her less than attractive tatoos, surrounded by some aggressively heterosexual (not!) male dancers (who could dance really well - as only aggressively heterosexual men can't);
There was Ireland - at least this year we didn't shame ourselves with traveller-boy or the incestous McCalls. But what a dreadful dirge! 'Every Song is a Cry for Love', indeed! What about 'Smack My Bitch Up', or 'Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter'? 'This Song is a Cry for Help!' more like!
There was the Ukraine - who went back to their Svetlana-roots and fielded a Shakira-sound-alike (I was surprised that this didn't do better!)
And of course, there was Finland. This year's winner. And what a performance!
I watched these guys in the Semi-Final with my jaw hitting the floor. I voted for them on the night of the Final. I cheered every time they scored a 'douze points' and hissed whenever they appeared on the 1-7 board.
Well done boys (and girl). The Orcs have finally come good!
I can only wait with baited breath to see what Europe will send to compete with itself next year!
I love everything about it. How kitch it is, how twee, the block voting, bitching about the various entrants.
2006 was a bumper year.
There was Germany - an incredibly sappy (and very un-German-esque) Country number;
There was Turkey - a fairly chunky forty-something, who had beaten herself into a sequined ice-skater's costume that revealed her less than attractive tatoos, surrounded by some aggressively heterosexual (not!) male dancers (who could dance really well - as only aggressively heterosexual men can't);
There was Ireland - at least this year we didn't shame ourselves with traveller-boy or the incestous McCalls. But what a dreadful dirge! 'Every Song is a Cry for Love', indeed! What about 'Smack My Bitch Up', or 'Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter'? 'This Song is a Cry for Help!' more like!
There was the Ukraine - who went back to their Svetlana-roots and fielded a Shakira-sound-alike (I was surprised that this didn't do better!)
And of course, there was Finland. This year's winner. And what a performance!
I watched these guys in the Semi-Final with my jaw hitting the floor. I voted for them on the night of the Final. I cheered every time they scored a 'douze points' and hissed whenever they appeared on the 1-7 board.
Well done boys (and girl). The Orcs have finally come good!
I can only wait with baited breath to see what Europe will send to compete with itself next year!
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