Eurovision...

I have to admit that I had a pleasant night last night watching the Eurovision, abetted by my SO who is in Paris for the next fortnight and Suburban Mum, both of whom kept me entertained for a few hours. As for Eurovision itself: I have nothing to say about it except that the drivel factor rose to new levels this year.

Entries worthwhile mentioning: Ukraine's Shania Twain lookalike, who stole some pages from Madonna's book, Iceland's Euroband (made for the treadmill), the UK entry for receiving little to no points in spite of it being a good song, France with its bearded women, ARMENIA! (howling wolves across the steppes... and a qele qele rhythm section. By the way, my hair also moves like that when I shake my assets ROFL), Greece because it stuck in my head after hearing SO sing "my secret combination" over Skype approx. 900 times, the Chiki chiki song (uno, el brikindans, dos, el cruisalito, tres el michaeljackson, cuatro, el robocop!) and that's about it. I don't really remember much of the rest.

Oh well, Moscow next year... King Vlad will be happy.

Just for the heck of it, here are Fridrik and Regina again. Impressive pipes around 2'25'' and some neat pink shoes:


The picaresque El Chiki CHiki


And France with its catchy parapdoowap...in ENGLISH (gasp!)

Oh what a night!

Where do I start? Interesting mix of events in the last 24 hours.

Yesterday evening, news reached us that Ted Kennedy had a malignant brain tumour with approx. 1-5 years to live. As he is widely considered the patriarch of the Democratic party, and is of course a 'Cape Coddah', my SO was a little downcast at the news. Then this was followed by Barack Obama cinching Oregon, making him the surefire candidate for the Democratic nomination. I am unsure whether he is the best candidate overall (a lot of hot air, and good speechwriters, if you ask me, but can he deliver the goods?) and whether he can take on 'Ken' McCain and 'Barbie'.
Time will tell.

After drooling over Kate Hepburn ànd Cary Grant (C.K. Dexter Haaaaaven!) in the 'Philadelphia Story', we geared up for the first semi-final of the Eurovision songfestival, coming to us from Belgrade, Serbia this year. They might just as well have named this the Eurovision campfest. Some impressions: a bunch of vampire angels, an ice skater and a barefoot singer on ice, an Armenian cha-cha girl, lots of back-up dancers (not singers, mind you) in varying states of undress, a woman clutching a teddy bear, a turkey puppet, Gritney Spears, a Donatella Versace clone with teeth so white you could have probably spotted them from the back of the arena, etc.

Needless to say that the Belgian entry, with its Amélie Poulain simplicity, was doomed to fail. Next year, they should just select five or ten of the gayest guys possible, add a few pink feathers and make them sing a Kylie Minogue song like Wow or 'It's raining men'. Oh well, we had some seriously good giggles and a lot of text messages flew up and down.

In other news, you may remember the two girls, Yanaika and Stephanie, from the Flemish take on 'My Restaurant Rules', featured last week on this blog. Well, the Flemish public overwhelmingly voted these young ladies to the finale, over the entrants from my city, Antwerp. Of course, I was rooting for the Limburghettes although I forgot to vote.

One hangover and a lot of popcorn later, "this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed"...

Eurovision - not a chance in hell

There is no way that the Belgians are even going to make it anywhere near the top... if you compare their act to this flaming gay extravaganza. But somebody must be deep into Matt Lucas, that's all I can say... The Icelandic entry, This is my Life, by Euroband for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. Gotta love 'em!

Belgium's candidate for the Eurovision Song CampFest

Catchy tune, eh? What do you think, zero or douze points?