The Swedish guy is Mr. Excitement himself. Did he just come from a funeral?
Well, at least Sweden saved us from another year of “nil points” jokes. Thanks, guys.
…and Slovenia got a frat boy.
Bit embarrassing having to be bailed out by your neighbour isn’t it? We can sympathise flodnak.
… and the Ukraine got a game show host.
Ukranian announcer: “Hi! I’m seriously pissed!”
YAY Xena … tee hee 
Yay! Xena won! Hurrah!
What happened to Hungary, Bulgaria, Czech Republic, Luxembourg, etc.? Who gets to vote in this thing anyway?
Irish commentator now reluctantly acknowledging that you can’t win Eurovision singing like Johnny Logan anymore.
Thank fuck.
I guess it took a while to retrieve the dancers from the bar.
And Bob the Angry Flower is in the audience!
Bedtime for me, methinks.
We got to see the Xena song again! My life is now complete.
And now a question to our non-European dopers:
What’s your impression?
you know what? if Johnny Logan actually sang tonight, we would have won.
mcFadden can’t write a song for shite. and the sooner Chris Doran does the Irish Water Safety advert before disappearing into oblivion the better.
And he vcan take rosanna Davidson with him.
I didn’t watch it (I don’t even have cable, let alone whatever fancy schmancy satellite thing one would need to see it from the US), but I always enjoy reading this thread. I just went and looked up the pictures and whoa, that one chick really does look like Xena.
Wish I could have seen the Riverdance on Acid bit, sounds quite good. Or not.
Fortunate git that I am, I had two feeds on SJ Cable – PRican Public TV (partial) and TVE International (full).
It’s sad when the part you like the most about a music contest are the between-song tourism-promotional videos.
In other news, when the Neuer Kinder Am Stra
Fortunate droog that I am, I had two feeds on SJ Cable – PRican Public TV (partial) and TVE International (full). So seeing as Í was stuck home catching up on some work while not going anywhere due to inclement weather, I turned it on as something different from the usual. (Alas, unlike last year, I did not get the Spanish advertising bundled in.)
It’s sad when the part you like the most about a music contest are the between-song tourism-promotional videos.
But anyway, after a so-so Spanish appearance (“Ramón”??? Look if your first name is as ordinary as Ramón, then use your full damn name), when the BackStraße Boys showed up I knew I was in for another exciting afternoon of WTF (talk about a conceptual swing from one year to the next, Austria). The French then made it official.
I actually liked the Polish girl, the Turkish Ska(hey, at least it’s mildly different) group and even tolerated quite well Miss Sweden, if only because I was groovin on the idea she might have an unnatural involvement with that mic. I am a bit stunned that Conan, the Musical was such a big winnah. The Russian Lavigne with the painted men was… well, Russian; even the bad body paint just screams that shoddy quality that has befallen the Rus. The Icelandic dude was sad. The Irish guy… well guys, do something about this, OK? Norway was undeservedly kept in null points for too long, apparently as punishment for not being vile enough (I call it the Richard-Hung-ization of audience-vote shows). The Romanian pseudo-Samantha Fox obviously realizes everyone’s too busy checking out her goods to notice if she can lip-synch to save her life, and I have convinced myself the Bosnian entry was the result of the real performer getting hit by a truck this morning.
Interesting observation: we had two acts, in succession, use the “pulling red streamers out of someone’s outfit” gimmick. OK, so it seems we got the cheating choreographer from Bring it On working Eurovision.
As for the intermission show… in the name of Kemal, what retard decided to showcase pseudo-Riverdance more than the belly dancers?
As for the proposal about TCFKAFYROM, I was thinking the same thing – they should just rename themselves “Fyrom” and the people would be the “Fyromaniacs”; but only if at the same time they decree that the official Fyromish word for “whining gits who need to get over themselves” will henceforth be “hellas”
Ayup. And in the Eurovision world, the sky has to open up and the angels start singing before Sweden gives Norway 12 points…
I’d like to propose a one-year moratorium on rip-off costumes, since that was done to death and beyond last night. Unless you can prove you are a direct descendant of the Bucks Fizz gang, for 2005, you have to walk out on stage as nekkid as you intend to leave it.