I’ve been told that I need to do some blogging on pain of not being allowed to open my bag of Haribo Color-Rado (Woah, woah, Color-Rado, fly away with me to Color-Rado etc etc), so I’ll do some blogging.
There’s nothing wrong with Romania at all, except for the fact that it’s fallen through a freak space-time wormhole straight out of A Song For Europe 1988, and of course his trousers. Those just aren’t well-advised trousers. Apart from that, nothing wrong with it at all.
I’ve *heard* Slovenia, I just can’t be bothered to watch it even though I’m unreliably informed that the backdrop is heavily asparagus-based. I’m not convinced. I looked my contact straight in the eye and I think he was lying. It sounded like the song was being sung well, but it’s just not a Nick song (see also Ukraine, Austria, Lithuania)
There are no words for Israel so I won’t write any.
I interrupted my viewing of Sunday Every Day by Paradise Oskar to write that. A truly versatile performer with a highly varied repertoire… possibly.