Eurovision last night and I indulged in my usual drinking game: a shot of scotch for every gratuitous key change in a final chorus. I gave up three songs in; I'd have had to drink pints of the stuff had I carried on.
Sheesh.
Watching Pilou Asbæk camp it up as host was decidedly weird after Borgen, but on a night when the same old same old includes a bearded drag queen as winner, gratuitous boobage on an epic scale, glitter, bad frocks, appalling dancing, atonal shrieking, execrable songs, cringe-inducingly embarrassing ad-libs and political bitching and xenophobia nothing really surprises any more.
Roll on next year.
7 comments:
Ha ha thought you might be watching, I kept changing channels as I am too old and stuck in my ways to appreciate a beard and frock on a man, each to their own though…Also it took me back to the pub when you had a beard and wore that red wig and dress for one of the fancy dress nights!
The lights were a pain for me to much flashing and that goes for some of the women!
Yeah, but I look a lot better in a frock and a beard than Conchita Wurst.
Yikes. Here's to not having television.
Alifan, I love your new photo.
I'm with Petrea. This program sounds waaaay too scary!
And I also love your new profile photo, Alifan!
Eurovision is definitely scary, but it's a great excuse for drinking and sitting in front of the TV gawping in disbelief at what happens when camp trash reaches critical mass and explodes.
It's Europe's cultural highlight of the year.
Hi Ms M photo is an old one have tried to take a new one but not sure it is very good…
Hi Alifan,
Well, this one is a good photo, too!
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