I made it, dear reader. Are you glad? I most certainly am, especially as I’ll have to sell my body again to pay for two weeks here. Who wants to buy my fourth metatarsal?
Now, I’ve sneaked into the press centre and it’s very tenty. I’m expecting to see those spindly spiders crawling about the roof in the days to come. And it will get very warm in here. A sauna might please some of the characters in here, but not me. I will not be stripping off, except to sell my metatarsal.
Three songs have been on this morning, and us mere mortals have had to rely on intermittently working screens to watch them and make sound judgement. As you know, my judgement has never been sound so I might have as much a clue as the next man.
Aram WMA was all alone with just some spotlights for company. Will someone out there please join him, or maybe he doesn’t mind being alone. He’s OK with this and dare I say very competent. But he won’t win.
Cakes are definitely not aplenty on the Latvian stage. Thumbs down. Aaaaaarzemnieki’s song is very catchy – no, not like typhoid Phil. Catchy=thumbs up. Do they balance out? Thumbs up outweighs thumbs down to me. I’d quite like a trip down south next year. But I won’t be sadly. Now, where’s that cake?
Mul on hea meel, et olen näinud, mu armsad riik täidab seda hommikul. Tanja on armas. Tõesti armas. Ta visatakse ringi nagu kaltsunukk pärast algab laulu lamades põrandal. Ta ei jäta märge. Ta peaks tegema hästi. 🙂
Well, this proves that you can be an accomplished linguist but you STILL have to sell your body!