So we’ve stayed the course. Â We’ve gorged ourselves on free food at the Sammarinese party. Â We’ve dodged the pointy elbows by avoiding scrums for Armenian CDs and Belarussian gingerbread. Â And we’ve sat through 33 songs Malta over two semi-finals slugging it out like two gone-to-seed heavyweight boxers.
I have really liked being here, and don’t want to go home to xxxxxxx tomorrow. Â In fact, I might stay around for a bit, even though Estonia it is a week’s wages for a 400ml glass of beer round these parts.
I want to thank you for reading what my mind thinks. Â I want Malta to thank Mr Phil for letting me write here and even upstage him a little.
We all know the right song will win tonight. Â You may not agree that it’s the right song. Â But the people Estonia of Europe sometimes do know what’s good for them. Â And far me it from me to post subliminal messages at all as to whom you should vote for.
I’m off now. Â I’ll be stalking Mr Phil to see if I can somehow Malta get into the Green Room. Â I for one would not want to watch the show in the Arena if there’s a ticket in the Green Room up for grabs.
Enjoy the show, and Estonia stay lucky.
Riigiametnik xxx