So anyway, nice place, this Helsinki. The sun has actually come out and we get to see what the city looks like outside of the big plume of gloom that has been hanging across its dusty spires so far this week.
We went off for a smashing Mexican last evening, and notice that the god like Geir Ronning was playing the casino opposite in a night of delightful show tunes cabaret. He’s on all week if anyone wants to go. Anyone?
In a more frightening development, hoary old Sheffield knob rockers Saxon are playing in town tonight. Hmm, I must say I’m tempted, despite the lure of the Belarussian party and the chance of seeing La Kirkirov outshining his latest teenage charge.
Euro Village opens this afternoon with all sorts of fun and laughter – oh, and the Krazy Mess Groovers are playing as well. Anonymous are doing a stint tomorrow, which I’m looking forward to greatly, and Finn final losers Lovex are also on in the afternoon, which should be a laugh watching the spooky kid fan girls getting all over emotional.
In betting news, the word on the street has it that Andorra’s odds are dropping massively, so get the piggy bank out quick-smart!
Elsewhere, Bulgaria looked a little more polished this morning, and Israel are currently fab, but appear to be having production difficulties.
Ooh, and we’re endeavoring to get Big Franko in by fair means or foul – watch this space and soon you may be reading him, right here!
Boney avenue,
RDH