The Eurovision Song Contest

I’ve just spent the evening watching the Eurovision Song Contest on the BBC. Yes I know I’m a glutton for punishment. It started off so well for the UK but it wasn’t to last. Poor Blue, they had been hoping to come at least 5th but in the end they were 11th and even Ireland’s Jedward beat them.

Still, it could have been a lot worse and let’s face it, it often has been a lot worse. The only way the UK could be placed any higher nowadays would be if we got enormous tow ropes and dragged this island of ours over to mainland Europe so that we would have some borders with them. The rest of the countries always give their neighbours the highest points.

I call it ungrateful, especially when you think that if it wasn’t for us (and the Americans and Russians) they would all be speaking German, the ones that survived anyway. I suppose there must be a statute of limitations on gratitude and I’m just holding on to a grudge too long!

Have a look/listen if you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about. I think London looks quite good in it but you wouldn’t have got me on top of that building for anything.