There seemed to be a deep anti-schlager bias
There seemed to also be a bias against busy and cliched choreography
The world is a fast moving place - Eurovision has heeded the call and what was fashionable five years in ago in Eurovision terms now passes as old hat.
To win you have to take into account all these factors.
Of you think about it the winner was a very straightforward performance the one that came second the epitome of camp and i think the fact it came second suggests that that sort of performance has reached its peak and is ready to implode. The song that came third had no busy choreography was up to the second rather than the minute rockpop.
Heh-heh. It's de rigeur in the vallies, I daresay.
Now then, gossipers, the new Encyclopaedia was the first wave, but there's a Whoops revamp imminent in the next seven days. I'm creating an archive of sections which I think have run their course, as well as sections on the different Contests Whoops has covered since it began, and well, that sort of thing.
So, if you want to let me know what you think about it via Dot's virtual talky corner of a tea shop, please do!
It occured to me last night whilst stuck in a traffic jam (and not in my vest and pants) that the Bulgarian songstress seemed to be demanding an Easter Egg. Obviously during the song someone had given her one (fnarr) as later you can quite clearly hear her requesting "More Egg, more egg!". I think Guy Lingual should investigate further.
As in most places on Planet Earth they are digging everywhere up so we can get there quicker. I spend many a happy hour stuck by the Al Khuwair roundabout which has recently become a fancy traffic light system and is no longer round. I won't even begin to talk about the chaos ensuing every night near Lulu. Lulu is of course a major hypermarket and not the Scottish Songstress of the Sixties. Curiously enough Dana has a battery chicken farm here and Teach-In is an Arabic Language School. I'm trying to get them to name the new airport Dana International, but I fear in vain.
Tim, slow down. You've got the winners of '69, '70 and '75 there, so you need to fill the gaps in between first.
Nip down to the Severine massage parlour and order a Vicky Leandros with an Anne-Marie David thrown in, then pop over to Abba-Kebab-Ra for something to eat on the way home.