My plan is generally to get drunk whilst being transfixed by 4 and a half hours of super camp music trash broken only by the melancholy bitching of a very bitter and twisted Terry Wogan.
I love watching the Eurovision... its hilarious! Unfortunately nobody else I live with seems to share my enthusiasm so I might have to give it a miss. Be a bit tragic laughing along to it on my own...
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Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.
Really. It's a Jewish name and means something like 'a female bird' in Hebrew, I think.
Back on topic: what are your Eurovision drinking games, saxyboy? The best one we came up with last year was to buy a bunch of spirits and mixers, and make a cocktail for each country. There's also the one where each person is assigned a country and takes a certain drink for the numbers of points they get, e.g. 3 points a swig of lager, 6 points a shot of something, 12 points down a can, etc.
Excuse me, Master the Webmaster! In this living room my only mess are two empty packets of cigarettes, an empty bottle of water, an empty box of chocolates and a mug. Search through the place and check how much *you* contributed. I can see lots of bottles of cheap perry all around, and I didn't buy any of them!
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'I've discovered the secret of life. A lot of hard work, a lot of sense of humor, a lot of joy and a whole lot of tra la la.' Kay Thompson
As much as I'd love 2 come and watch Eurotrashes annual "we can make ur ears bleed just listen to us" tour, I'm working so I won't be goin to Claire's birthday or to the FHoD.
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And don't mess up the house! Alberto and I spent three hours hoovering and cleaning and generally de-scruffifying it yesterday, and it put my back out so much I couldn't get up for an hour. So we will be very very sad if it's ruined.
Cyprus's entry was called "Ela Ela", which tickled me pink as that expression is something of an injoke amongst me and my friends.
Won't mean jack to you guys though.
In everday conversation, it's used in not too dissimilar a way to its scouse counterpart. "Ela! Ela!", they shout across the market squares and city streets of Cyprus, "Ela! Ela!"
I loved it when that guy shouted "Lets make Love!" at the end of his performance, as if he was propositioning the entire audience.
Missed it, although I don't think I missed much. Must give my congratulations to the girl who works at Sugar Shack. She's Greek, you see, and very friendly, and she found me my Dorothy dress.
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'I've discovered the secret of life. A lot of hard work, a lot of sense of humor, a lot of joy and a whole lot of tra la la.' Kay Thompson