I listened to the Eurovision songs in three sittings, mainly because i couldn’t listen any longer than that.
I hated them all: A discordant jangling of musical instruments along with virtually unintelligible words.Ii gave all but three of the songs from a cris cross of European countries in competition, just one hearing and that was enough.
The transvestite, sorry i dont know what country he came from, probably he didn’t either, I found so highly distracting with his beard and long dress i gave a second hearing to make sure his appearance wasn’t swaying my judgment. It wasn’t. The one about baking a cake, again country unknown, I listened to three times to make sure i had not misunderstood the words. I hadn’t. The Russian one called “Shine” I actually loved; the music was gentle, the words inspirational and the twins who sang it lovely.
Not content with my findings, I did a little survey and found I was getting one word from people on the street either Russia or Shine. Somebody in the cafe where I do my outreach work said it was all political and that certain countries would only vote for each other. This started a rather heated debate by all sat round the table; the lady in charge kept shooting me looks for starting a riot in an otherwise quiet place. They finally decided if russia won they would accept the judges decision .
My favorite song in the world right this second is “Are You Having Any Fun “ by the English dancehall duo from the 1940s Flanagan And Allan – a far cry from this Eurovision racket
