2009's themed Eurovision buffet. I particularly like the bowl of sauerkraut gamely representing Germany. |
2011. The BBC's party pack was utilised that year. Big time. |
The message I sent to the family WhatsApp group on 5th May 2014. Reminiscent in style (but not so much tone) of telegrams from the Western Front. |
I feel like Charlie Bucket with a golden ticket. (Mine's on Tesco economy printer paper, though.) |
I drink a shot whenever Poland performs. Stocks are low. |
Have a lovely week, folks.
*I've added a link for Graham just incase his show isn't broadcast in some of the far flung locations whose bots click my blog. But it feels daft. Without giving it much thought before, I listen to him significantly more than I do members of my own family. Between Friday night TV, Saturday morning radio, and the fact he commentates on my favourite night of the year, his presence, like breathing, needs no explanation.
**I was sitting on the left of the stage for that performance. Electrifying doesn't come near to describing the atmosphere in the arena when Conchita sang that.
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