Here we are! It’s Saturday, it’s mid-May, we’re wearing glitter, it can only mean one thing – it’s the final of this year’s Eurovision Song Contest. By now you may well know the result, but please feel free to play along with the fun. For fun is what we shall have, as we traipse one last time to Kiev, the capital of Ukraine.
I’m in the pub, there are approximately 30 drunk Eurofans behind me (of course I got there early to get the best seat!), and as usual, we will have 26 acts for our delectation, as well as one or two, shall we say, less expected moments…
Mine was good, but I exercised too hard (who even am I???) and now my leg hurts. It’s okay, though, because I comforted myself with chicken nuggets for dinner. A dramatic reenactment:
Well, here we all are again then. On Tuesday night, 10 countries qualified for Saturday’s grand final; now 18 more nations line up in hopes of joining them.
Our hosts Oleksandr and Volodymyr are back, with Timur ably abetting them from the green room (I don’t know why we persist in calling it that, but they like it, so we’ll humour them) – and it’s possible they’ve been at the drinks cabinet for a quick relaxant.
I spent most of the past week on vacation, so the only TV I watched was the occassional Late Show with Stephen Colbert and The Weather Channel. I know Master of None debuted its second season, so I’ll get on that. I need to get on that soon, especially since Kimmy Schmidt will start next weekend. How about you all?
Greetings. I can’t even believe it’s been a whole year since we last gathered together for this joyous occasion – THE EUROVISION SONG CONTEST. There’s been a lot of water under the Euro bridge, our fine lines are less fine, more line, truth be told, but here we are, it’s the most wonderful time of the year and those of us who quite like being a part of Europe are going to enjoy ourselves.
Mine was nice, considering that I didn’t feel well. On Saturday I rested and binged season 2 of Master Of None (recommended), and then on Sunday I had enough energy to clean my disgusting hellhole of an apartment.
What are you doing this weekend? I still feel sick, so I’ll be resting and pretending I don’t need to do laundry.