Well, I have to admit to being disappointed with the blandness of most of the entries this year.
I suppose it’s got to be Ukraine, then.
This post, and actually pretty much most of the others brought to you courtsey of Kat.
thankyouverymuchindeed.
Right, I’m off to vote Xena.
Kat made me vote for Croatia because it sounded like Blakes 7.
Sweden’s song is definitely about anal sex.
Hehe, when you vote you get a little message from Tel himself saying thankyou here. 
Oh, like Bosnia isn’t blatantly trolling for the queer vote.
The spouse suspects that Ireland is still throwing the contest deliberately to avoid paying for it the next year.
fucking RIVERDANCE!!! There’s no escape!!!
I apologise on behalf of my country.
Now this is cool. Lord of the Dance on acid.
“Lord of the Dance” bollocks. Riverdance! I knew that.
I voted for “Jesus and His amazing noteflute”
I keep waiting for the host to do a magic trick
Turkish special forces marching display team in action.
Scientis attempting to clone men regretted their choice of Michael Flatley and Marilyn Manson as genetic donors.
Fran Drescher can belly dance?
Ooh yeah. C’mon baybee, jiggle for Kal.
Hey, the mad dancing malarky is back.
I’m having “Darby O’Gill” flashbacks.
Now I know why there’s so many kebab shops in Dublin, you’re bloody related.
I see I’m not the only one watching Eurovision!
I voted for the Ukraine. Yay Xena!
And Wogan is wonderful.
Told ya Conan’s missus was barmy.
Jodie Foster called. she wants her wig from Bugsy Malone back.
These are easily the worst hosts I’ve ever seen on this show. And that’s saying something.