Boom-bang-a-crash-boom-bang!
And just like that, Eurovision is over for another year.
Thursday's dinner and gin, that's how it started. Toni was warbling "bring back my Bonnie to me". Tom was shaking it like a polaroid picture. Christine was in a state of sheer euphoria. All three were flying the flag. To Stockport and back.
"How the f*** did we spend £90 in Morrison's???"
The answer was on a postcard. A postcard that never arrived.
Flags, bunting, skull caps and wigs - that's what Saturdays are made of.
"Bluhdy 'ell!" thought Lenjamin Button, the Yorkshire-nese Yorkshire Terrier, "what on urth ah these bluhdy crahzy peepul up to nah?!" I have a squeaky duck for him sat beside my stereo. Remind me.
Jedward and a quarter of ABBA opened the door to the (previously unknown) third Jedward twin. Triplet?! Quick, phone 'the Sun'! Also on the agenda was Bonnie Tyler, the dentist herself! And two more quarters of ABBA (the fourth member eluded them... never mind, they can have one of the Jedward triplets). Also a German in his lederhosen, who came carrying hot dogs with... wait for it... Sarah Brightman. And plenty of plain-clothed police officers.
The surprise they had all been waiting for.*
Will Cheadle Hulme Precinct really be the venue for Eurovision 2015? Probably.
And just like that, Eurovision is over for another year.
Thursday's dinner and gin, that's how it started. Toni was warbling "bring back my Bonnie to me". Tom was shaking it like a polaroid picture. Christine was in a state of sheer euphoria. All three were flying the flag. To Stockport and back.
"How the f*** did we spend £90 in Morrison's???"
The answer was on a postcard. A postcard that never arrived.
Flags, bunting, skull caps and wigs - that's what Saturdays are made of.
"Bluhdy 'ell!" thought Lenjamin Button, the Yorkshire-nese Yorkshire Terrier, "what on urth ah these bluhdy crahzy peepul up to nah?!" I have a squeaky duck for him sat beside my stereo. Remind me.
Jedward and a quarter of ABBA opened the door to the (previously unknown) third Jedward twin. Triplet?! Quick, phone 'the Sun'! Also on the agenda was Bonnie Tyler, the dentist herself! And two more quarters of ABBA (the fourth member eluded them... never mind, they can have one of the Jedward triplets). Also a German in his lederhosen, who came carrying hot dogs with... wait for it... Sarah Brightman. And plenty of plain-clothed police officers.
The surprise they had all been waiting for.*
Will Cheadle Hulme Precinct really be the venue for Eurovision 2015? Probably.
Jag skulle vilja boka en plats till Cheadle Hulme. Jag skulle vilja ha en enkelbiljett.
Voting... on both sides of the screen, though Europe is apparently much more political than South Manchester. Additionally, furthermore and moreover, we agreed for the first time... Denmark!
Cue rapturous applause, another gin, a scratch behind the ears and a bizarre concoction of potato, cream cheese, Irish cream and grated cheddar. Bake at Gas Mark 5 for 20 minutes and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt, and Bonnie's your 19th-place Eurovision entrant.
Chitter chatter, chitter chatter. We are fervently PRO gay marriage on this side of the street. Potato skins... yum! I refuse to write "nom" because it is quite frankly an awful word. Additionally, furthermore and moreover, it's not even a word.
Taxi, bed, sleep, hangover, and we'll end where we began.
No, not in Ajerziban! Ajerzi-where?! Ajerziban!
We'll end where we began.
Boom-bang-a-crash-boom-bang!
*The surprise. We are in a band. We never said we could sing. What the hey?! YOLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cue rapturous applause, another gin, a scratch behind the ears and a bizarre concoction of potato, cream cheese, Irish cream and grated cheddar. Bake at Gas Mark 5 for 20 minutes and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt, and Bonnie's your 19th-place Eurovision entrant.
Chitter chatter, chitter chatter. We are fervently PRO gay marriage on this side of the street. Potato skins... yum! I refuse to write "nom" because it is quite frankly an awful word. Additionally, furthermore and moreover, it's not even a word.
Taxi, bed, sleep, hangover, and we'll end where we began.
No, not in Ajerziban! Ajerzi-where?! Ajerziban!
We'll end where we began.
Boom-bang-a-crash-boom-bang!
*The surprise. We are in a band. We never said we could sing. What the hey?! YOLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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