Ahh eurovision, If I wasn't so bogged down with endless assignments, (or should I say endless procrastination) I would throw a massive party so that everyone could gawk at the delicious theatrical, colorful, cross-dressing antics happening via sbs. Why, this year alone, the semi-finals featured sword-wielding backup dancers, male nudity, a rock opera called "Vampires are Alive," and a man who started chucking his own underpants around the stage. And while many of us simply call that "Tuesday," there are still loads of people for whom this is a glorious, intriguing novelty, myself included.
1 comment:
now this is a post i can appreciate.
i was sad at the lack of europarty action, but i spose its only my fault. or georges... im gonna go with georges fault
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