The joy of being British
Published by Root
The annual squirmfest of the Eurovision song contest
Among the great joy of being British - is the opportunity to watch the annual stomach churning embarrassment of the EuroVision Song Contest. The only two possible redeeming features of this lamentable programme are the presence of Terry Wogan and the absence of the Americans. Terry worked out years ago that tongue in cheek mockery was the proper genre for the commentator. The Americans would probably franchise it and have regional quarter finals or something. It is in progress as we speak. And the entry from Bosnia Herzgovenia has trawled new depths. Think maiden hanging out washing.
Wierd dude making out like a transvestite marionette. And four heavy middle aged east european girls dressed as brides in the full wedding rig. They need to get out more.