That most wonderous of music events is once again upon us (this weekend in fact). Eurovision! Dodgy outfits, crazy music and sarky quips from Wogan. What more could you want from a weekend?
The UK has chosen to present a middle-aged singer prancing about with schoolgirls: a song that would be quite disturbing, was it not so crap you don't bother listening to the whole thing. Judge for yourself.
Ireland has decided it never wants to host the competition again and aims to achieve this by entering songs so cringingly naff that no-one in their right mind could possibly vote for it. Free pint if you manage to listen to the whole thing.
And, of course, there's always Finland. Huh? Well, quite simply, they have produced the best Eurovision entry ever. Seriously. Arockalypse now.
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"Arockalypse Now" - Alan Partridge would be proud. They look a bit like Slipknot do they (k)not?
And the video for the Irish one features Ryanair - everyone's least favourite airline. (I managed about 3 or 4 seconds btw).
There's me trying to find stories that I think might appeal to the more technology-minded Fitzrovians, and what do you post? Eurovision. The Fin should win - there was a picture in Metro this morning, he looks ace.
I was unfortunate enough to catch a few minutes of Big Brother N last night and now regard Eurovision as a beacon of cultural sanity.
Here's a BBC story on them - but they seem to be called Lordi?
Well, they won. I quite like the look of the Lithuanian entry too - a bunch of middle aged men in suits and ties singing 'we are the winners of Eurovision'. Hurrah!
But does Eurovision victory translate to horror metal cred? Wouldn't surprise me if it does actually.
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