Oh dear, spent all last evening watching Eurovision. Country after country desperately leaping about without restraint, vying for the dubious honour of winning. Ridiculously expensive and flashy sets in the main. Lots of slapperish looking girls and boys looking like rent boys.
The most scary bit was during the voting when they let huge rectangular containers down from the ceiling, which turned out to be mini swimming pools full of water and a couple of swimmers, and tilted from side to side, forcing the swimmers from one end to the other. I was terrified that something would break, bringing the lot down on the audience, but fortunately this didn't happen.
We came fifth, no doubt largely due to Andrew Lloyd Webber's presence at the piano like a genial gnome. Our singer was okay, but the dress looked a bit cheap. Norway was a fairly predictable winner and Iceland was good, so deserved wins there. At least we didn't come last again.Fortunately, it is all a rather hazy memory this morning.
Malvolio like a purring, circling shark this morning, waiting to be fed, having nudged me awake rather early. At least he waited until after 6am.
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