Not sure what germs or pollens are floating through the air, but I am a sick little wreck as of these past 24 hours. *chuckles ruefully* I’ve managed… I managed to watch the Eurovision second semi-final, and that was about it. But that was good enough, bwahahahah!
Like the last one, my tastes are apparently vastly different from the rest of Europe – I got five out of five. Thankfully, the only ghastly ghastly thing that got through was DevoBieber from Sweden – dude, seriously… pick a key, stick with it. Oh, and I was a bit annoyed by Denmark’s entry, ’cause I’m pretty damned sure I’ve heard that song before, and it had a different name. Ah well… as least Cyprus and Samantha Cameron’s twin
brother sister didn’t make it through. Oh, and I’m totally sad that Belarus didn’t make it through – nothing like high-powered folsky pop propaganda to make your feet get a-dancing, and loving crazy dictator-like ‘Presidents’!
As for things to be excited to see again, Ukraine definitely rate highly. It’s a decent song that’s powerfully performed, well costumed… and sand.fucking.art. Seriously. That outrates gouting flames, if only just. Ireland putting in Jedward is a hilariously cheese-tastic roll of the dice, and I look forward to seeing what Europe as a whole thinks of their… charming.. shenanigans. There’s also the fantastic garden gnomes from Moldova – I don’t think they stand a chance of winning, but it was a very transfixing performance! As for the pop princess from Slovenia… it might not be my cup of tea, but it was most definitely solid, and less annoyingly showy than Hungary’s big-ringed entry.
Also, I’m horribly, horrible amused that if the UK sends a singing binman, he gets nil points (oh okay, 14, but still came dead last!). If another country sends a singing British binman, on the other hand, he gets put into the finals… most peculiar! *giggles* Especially when they both seem to have similar strange fashion sense….
Otherwise… I think the UK stands a decent chance with Blue. I also want to put France’s entry into my basement with Russell Howard for the crime of being too adorable (and apparently, the husband has decided that Nick Robinson will be in the attic so we can get his opinions more easily).
And now, time to get back to fighting my body, which cannot decide what temperature it is – joy.