Writing meaningless sentences is quite hard work, and I’m getting a little tipsy.
I might have a small break now.

The bottom half of the scoreboard consists of countries that I have known of the existence of since I were a wee lad.
The top half are all these weird named countries that have only existed in my consciousness, or even existed at all, in the last ten years.
Young turks, so to speak.

I’m so excited, I can barely think of a thing to write.

Terry Wogan seems to be just as cynical as me.
He’s an intelligent fella. Almost as much so as myself.

I knew that it was all about the Geography. I KNEW that Ireland would give us some points.
I’d like to see a plot of number of Eurovision points against number of countries with which you share a border.

Random Tom has a small collection of relevant posts, including his observation, I have spent more Eurovision Song Contests with my family than I have Christmas Days.
Mike predicts Norway as the winner. If only it were up to the Finnish voters.
… And Yorkshire Soul provides the pictures.

Y’know, I think it’s all Tony Blair’s fault. The rest of Euroland hates us now, for that whole genocide in Iraq thing.
And now we’re getting no points. The bastard.

We’re in good company. Cyprus and France.
Bugpoo.