Curtains for Eurovision.
TRA LA POSH NEW CURTAINS.
Saturday was the Eurovision Song Contest.
My American chums won't know much about this but it is something of dinosaur.
I don't remember a time when then wasn't a Eurovision Song Contest but it used to be something a bit more real.
European nations each select and then enter a song every year.
The winner hosts the contest the next year.
It used to be rather genuine, with each country voting for their favourite song, but over the years it has become more and more political with countries voting for those other countries that they are currently on friendly terms with.
The songs are generally dreadful and forgotten 2 minutes after hearing them.
The singers are worse.
We have a show which probably costs a fortune to put on, showcasing awful songs sung by amazingly awful singers who's outcome is governed by who is still talking to whom in Europe.
So, why do I love it so?
Why do we Brits have Eurovision Parties?
Why every year am I devastated to have missed it because I am over here?
Because it is BRILL.
I think you have to be a certain sort of Brit, with a certain sort of sense of humour to really appreciate it.
Old miseries tend to state the obvious - that it is crap. Yes, it is crappity crap crap but that is the joy of it and that is the joy of wry British humour.
We know it is complete rubbish but the other European countries seem to take it seriously. This makes it delish because we can take the mick out of the whole thing, especially them.
I watched a lot of the entries on Youtube and they were just wonderfully bad.
Mostly they have scantily clad ladies, and very often men bouncing around singing their drivel, but this year Russia gave us a group of grannies in traditional costume singing something about a party and getting a tray of buns out of a pretend oven.
What was that about?
I am beginning to think that no one wants to win it anymore as it costs so much to stage. This should make for some excellent performances in the future.
My goal is always for Britain to come last. This year we came second to last which was almost as good.
There is nothing else like the Eurovision Song Contest on telly and, whilst a few might think this is a good thing, I personally hope that the Brits never lose their "different" sense of humour and that it never ends.
Sunday we put up the new curtains.
That is so easy to say.
Firstly, the old blinds had to be removed. This was accomplished with a minimum of swearing (not me I hasten to add).
I then had to carefully iron 9 delicate, long, sheer curtains and a sheer window scarf.
This took bloody hours and my arm hurt big time.
Then the new curtain poles had to be put up. This started well when Philip discovered he could use the holes where the previous blinds had been attached to the wall.
Eventually all the poles were up ( Oi missus!!) and the curtains ironed.
I needed a break so we popped out for ice cream. As I was going out the door I had a worrying thought. What if the curtains were longer than the height of the previous holes in the walls that Philip had so joyously re-used?
We really should have measured first.
We really should have measured first.
I mentioned this over a peanut butter cup blizzard ice cream and it was decided that we would find out on our return. Which we did.
The curtains poles had to be moved up by at least 4 inches. So, now all the dowels etc had to be taken out of the wall, new holes drilled and each poxy pole moved 4 inches higher.
Oh this did make him laugh.
Eventually, it was all done - again - and we hung the new curtains, which I think, look rather posh.
They were a bargain in a sale a few weeks ago and cost a fraction of the price we thought we would have to pay to replace the blinds.
At last. Job done. Next time we will measure first. So at least we learned something.
Wednesday - today, I feel a bit pants.
I have a dodgy ear and my face hurts so it is probably a sinus thing again. Oh well, never mind.
posted by Sue Banks @ 2:06 PM
1 Comments:
Eurovision *used* to be good back in the day when there were only a dozen entries and the thiing was short but sweet. Nowadays with over half the United Nations taking part it's very different.
It goes on about two hours too long. The novelty wears off about half way through. It's not what it once was....
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