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IRELAND – Laika Party – Emmy
I suspected that Mr Phil was using my reviews as templates for his own when the featured image for Georgia was some kind of salad. My suspicions were confirmed this morning when he briefly gave Greece my score. At OnEurope we work smart, not hard, though generally also not smart.
Anyway. There’s a memey little thing that occasionally does the rounds on my socials (I know, it’s all memey me with me) about the order of adjectives in English. No native speaker would actually be able to explain it, but we instinctively know that if you discuss your oversized new red Norwegian gardening gloves it sounds more or less right, whereas if you talk about your gardening Norwegian oversized red new gloves you sound like an absolute maniac. Nobody really knows why, you just DO.
This brings me to Laika Party, with which I have a number of problems – not least Emmy’s gleeful wish that a dog has been trapped alive in space howling for bones for the last 68 years – but the one I will home in on for some DEEPLY irrational fury is the idea that Laika was/is alone in the “dark big” space.
It’s big dark space, for heaven’s sake. You sound like an absolute maniac – and not just because you’ve dressed up in the year 2025 as the year 1975’s idea of what the year 2000 would look like (told you!) to explain to me how a dead dog’s space dance party would sound like daba dum dum dum dum with Keiino and Fast Food Rockers undertones.
This is just an absolute bizarre fever dream, isn’t it, let’s be honest? Nothing about this entry makes any sense at all. Including Nick’s score.
Nick’s score: 10