So now that we’ve seen most of the apparently polished turds today, who’s looking better and who’s starting to get a little dog eared around the edges?
Well among those who’ve excelled th’day are them Norwegians, who I alluded to earlier, Estonia, who I love despite the brick bats, and Belgium. Everyone walked out of the hall for lunch singing the ditty, and I reckon the gal herself is going ton be a right gran pleaser. And she might even please the dads if her lally falls out again!
Even Israel upped a notch, although it’s still lagging behind the pack.
No change for Montenegro and Moldova, who are still dull – albeit slightly better presented dull. Poland too was pretty much the same, although her frock makes her look far older than perhaps she’d like to admit to.
But today’s less fortunate included the plucky but slightly weak San Marino, the unnecessarily cluttered and shrill Slovenes and the far too busy, let’s squeeze a whole opera into three minutes pomposity of the Azeris.
I’m coming round to the received wisdom that not too many of this half of the draw are going to make it past Tuesday. Ireland’s still hilarious but still trying to crowbar far too much in, and Bosnia and Andorra are yet to have a go.
Hmm, perhaps my thousand pound comedy bet with our Phil that the winner will come from semi 1 and not semi 2 is starting to look a little shaky…
On the other hand… nah! I’m going to beat that suckah to death in the face with a hand scrawled betting slip! Boo Yaa!
Unless anything spectacular occurs, and who knows, it just might, I might be flitting off to the Russian party before you hear from me again. And after that, it’ll be some local punk rock at the Academija Club, in the company of Red Union and Concrete Worms.
See you tommory kids!