So.

Greece won.

And I can still type legibly (just).

The only people to vote for the UK was Ireland.

And I didn’t think we deserved those votes.

I must admit that it was nice to see the poisoned Yushenco present the prize – given that the Ukrainian entry was a very political chant.

Now….

…more vodka.

Nighty-night all (stalkers included).

I would like Boznia & Herzegovina to win.

*hiccup*

Ukraine was good as well.

The UK entry was…crap.  So ‘null points’ for us would be fun.

Normal service will be resumed on Monday when I have to work the first of four dayshifts.  And yes, I have been reading all your stalking posts in my comments.  Feel free to to hunt me me down and say ‘Hi’…

…just bring some caffine based beverage.

You can get the CD of the whole Eurovision thing here.

My order is in the post…

Tom is thinking that he could have written more eloquently about the whole thing if he hadn’t sunk way too much vodka.

A further Woganism that had the Reynolds household trying desperately not to wee in their pants.

“The last time I saw legs like that – they were standing in a nest”.

Comedy gold.

Mmmmm vodka good.

Disclaimer: Tom is breaking his own rule about not posting when drunk – still every rule has an exception…

I have spent more Eurovision Song Contests with my family than I have Christmas Days.

My brother rather uncharitably says that this is because I’m not paid double on Eurovision day…

Any Americans and people not of this continent will have to bear with me when I say that this is probably the television event of the year – if only because of Terry Wogans absolutely inspired commentary.  An example from last year – “Ukraine has given a lot of votes to Russia, wise thing to do – Russia is bigger than them”.

Or this year “The lyric is ‘I was blind in the morning’, the drink is a terrible curse”.

So I now find myself downing pints of vodka and orange watching Norwegian fools prancing around the stage in full on glam costumes, Moldovian’s with painted on costumes and the complete pants that is the UK’s contribution.

Terry Wogans commentary gets funnier as the night continues as he gets progressively more drunk.

Something that I am looking to emulate.

I also managed to book my flight and hotel in Copenhagen for the Reboot meetup.  Should be an interesting two days – that is if they send me the invoice so I can pay for the tickets that I’ve registered for.

However, for now, there is vodka to drink and bad European songs to laugh at.