Katie Boyle, UK Eurovision presenter, in her “regional drag queen” pomp
Controversy aside (a few countries, somewhat inevitably, refused to perform at the Eurovision Song Contest because of war and corruption) this year’s contest was relatively controversy-free… Erm… Apart from the Romanian entry which asked her lover to choke her. Hmmm. Not cool. Apparently it was a metaphor – do we believe that?
It’s all too slick and political now,with songs that are forever torn between heartfelt balladeers, hyper pop and nineties techno rip-offs.
What I miss is the TRULY DREADFUL songs. Sure, there are always some questionable ones, like Greece’s cat chap (below) which was fully “file under wacky” but nothing as naff as the seventies and eighties.
No, he’s not bad enough. I miss absolute horseshit like these “classic” ones… Aggghhhh! My ears…my eyes…
There’s a reason that Steve Coogan and his parody Tony Ferrino was so funny. It was completely accurate in its inherent naffness, all wigs, stupid lyrics and pleather. “Thank you very much”. No… thank YOU, Steve.
Hit The North 