My Dad rang up on Sunday and I said I'd been to a Eurovision party. He said "did you see that terrible song that won? It was awful!". I had to admit that I loved it and had bought it. This prompted him shouting through the house to my stepmum (a bit like Little Britain): "Carolyn?! Carolyn!! She only went and bought it! She likes it!" to which shrieks of disgust and outrage reverberated down the phone lines.
They liked the Lithuania entry. That godawful one where men in suits sang (very hopefully) "We are the winners! Of Eurovision! Vote for us!". Nobody did. And please Lithuania, if you enter again, don't let that fat bald man humiliate himself by dancing again. Thankyou.
I also had to sit through lunch yesterday with all the oldies I work with denouncing Lordi. I didn't tell them I bought it, they are all so narrow minded it wasn't worth it really.
In Lordi news, they are having a square named after them in Finland! I so have to visit!!
Oh my god. I've just remembered about the metallic puppet that accompanied Latvia. What the hell was that about?! And what the hell was in that rum that has left such a gap in my memory?!
ReplyDeleteYou know, I had forgotten that until you mentioned it! And now I'm a bit freaked by it, it was scary. There was ginger beer in the rum, that must have been it.
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