It's more camp than a Baden Powell scouting weekend ! Australia and Israel take part ! The voting is bias towards neighbours despite how utter shite the songs are We are GB no one likes us. A Man who is a drag artist ( his words) wears a dress and has a beard and becomes a role model for Trans folk ! The presenters make rubbish jokes all night. Half the entriese are poor folk songs.
What date is it because I want to make sure i pencil it in my diary.
Absolute dross. I'm amazed how the Europeans take it so seriously! Let's face it, British pop music is arguably the best in the World. Can anyone (other than a music geek) name a world class European act?
(Ducks below parapet, tin hat on)
I’m going with ABBA. But I get your point, that was a lifetime ago. The voting is part of the entertainment, which cannot be right and is so predictable there might as well be a number generator. It’s all a nonsense but the wife likes watching it, so one night a year she has access to the tv remote.
Absolute dross. I'm amazed how the Europeans take it so seriously! Let's face it, British pop music is arguably the best in the World. Can anyone (other than a music geek) name a world class European act?
It’s become a thing in our family now. Mainly to hide the memory that it was during one Eurovision that we had to take our Dad to hospital & he never came home. But that night in A&E we were all around his bed & the nurses had it on the TV & we all just took the piss. Even Dad. Before I left the UK we’d have Eurovision parties. You’d have to come in fancy dress. I once wore a box of Malteesers on my head. Happy days
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Australia and Israel take part !
The voting is bias towards neighbours despite how utter shite the songs are
We are GB no one likes us.
A Man who is a drag artist ( his words) wears a dress and has a beard and becomes a role model for Trans folk !
The presenters make rubbish jokes all night.
Half the entriese are poor folk songs.
What date is it because I want to make sure i pencil it in my diary.
The voting is part of the entertainment, which cannot be right and is so predictable there might as well be a number generator. It’s all a nonsense but the wife likes watching it, so one night a year she has access to the tv remote.
Mainly to hide the memory that it was during one Eurovision that we had to take our Dad to hospital & he never came home.
But that night in A&E we were all around his bed & the nurses had it on the TV & we all just took the piss. Even Dad.
Before I left the UK we’d have Eurovision parties. You’d have to come in fancy dress. I once wore a box of Malteesers on my head.
Happy days