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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

All day today, at any quiet moment (and there have been a few), I’ve found myself starting to sing. All. Day. The singing starts with a very quiet:

("…do you wanna, do you wanna, do you wanna fall in love…")

but then slowly and surely builds up to a finger snapping:

"LOVE CAN BUILD YOU UP
LOVE CAN BRING YOU DOWN
LOVE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD
THIS IS WHAT I’VE FOUND"

and I don’t think those are even the right words. I don’t care. I’ve been infected and there’s nowt I can do.

Tonight – for those of you outside the island of Ireland and not exposed to such a high quiver of excitement that’s currently sweeping the nation – tonight is the Eurovision Semi-Finals and you’d swear we’d made it to the world cup finals or something. It’s the day of the McCaulls and there’s no escaping it.

I’m very very very excited about seeing two ginger misfits let loose from the farm for a day and without the right medication will probably start humping Beddingfield stylee all over the stage. I’m very very very excited about seeing their backing dancers prancing about in gold coloured corsets and potentially falling over as apparently they have done in rehearsals. The song is horrendous and cheesy and the singing is strained and appalling and it’s the Eurovision and that’s brilliant. The very thought that we might not even qualify for the finals makes it even better. Bring on the fun tonight! Go Team McCaull! The whole nation is waiting with baited breath to see you fall on your collective arse and fail miserably!

Brilliant!

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