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Well it was shit, wasn't it?

Isn't it about time that this contest of a bygone age was knocked on the head? All there was on Radio 2 this week was bloody Eurovision. It is well past it's use-by date.

As Britain single-handedly won the war (twice) and freed Europe from tyranny then we should jolly well be given the Golden Buzzer (see Britain's Got Talent for Golden Buzzery usage) and win every year.

The castrato's song was pants as well.

It would be nice to see one or two gay presenters to be honest.

Redpig59 wrote: ↑

Sun May 18, 2025 9:49 am

It would be nice to see one or two gay presenters to be honest.

I think that's an excellent idea Piggy. Music like that featured on Eurovision does appeal to poofters.

Well i thoroughly enjoyed it, despite being really ill. Honestly, baffles me how I managed to keep going whilst others, namely men, would have collapsed. Wish someone could explain that.

The show was fun. The presenters were fun. Estonia was robbed.

Mo wrote: ↑

Wed May 21, 2025 7:47 am

Well i thoroughly enjoyed it, despite being really ill. Honestly, baffles me how I managed to keep going whilst others, namely men, would have collapsed. Wish someone could explain that.

The show was fun. The presenters were fun. Estonia was robbed.

Oh, I can help with that:
Men and women are like internal combustion engines you see.

However, men are like Formula One engines; high performance and powerful, but temperamental.


Women are like those old donkey engines you get in bilge pumps, and generators in Africa; low performance, but very reliable.


Now, think of a virus or cold as a handful of sand.

You chuck it into a Formula One engine, and it’ll stop.

If, however, you chuck it into a old donkey engine; the donkey engine will splutter a bit, but carry on working.


That’s why men and women react differently to a cold or flu.

Such wise words Piggy.

I learned them from orange robed monks on a distant mountain monastery...many years ago.

We enjoy Eurovision in a postmodern ironic way. However we went to bed while there were still ten acts to go and as it was on record promised each other faithfully we would watch the rest but, to be honest, we couldn't be arsed and watched Come Dine With Me next day instead.