Alas, thanks to a rather late night yesterday (involving a very interesting conversation about werewolves, shower sex and S&M; I think MP was very glad she wasn't there, I can imagine some severe mental scarring.) I totally missed the LGBT picnic this morning, grr grr. But to be honest, the weather here is still pretty dire (even if I love dancing in the rain, I don't think my flatmates were too enthusiatic at the prospect), so I'm guessing it wouldn't have been a huge gathering. Oh great, now I feel even worse.
Spoony and myself had a fabulous time this afternoon listening to all the horrendous Eurovision Song Contest entries to be showing this Friday - we're all pretty excited at the prospect of a fabulous night of Euro-cheese and the amazing Terry Wogan. Should be a nice way to celebrate the first of our nightmare exams. *shudder*
Overall, we are fully rooting for both Ireland (Dustin the Turkey. Please, no.), Latvia (whose horrendous Jack Sparrow inspired three piece pop band - Pirates of the Sea - left us screaming 'walk the plank!' when they broke out with 'a hii hii hoo and a hii hii hey'. Wrong, wrong wrong, even by Eurovision standards. Hang on, what's this? Oh, a Scootch nightmare again.) and finally, the genius that is Rodolfo Chikilicuatra representing Spain.
There also seems to be more 'heavy-metal' or 'alternative rock' bands this time round, which I personally like, as they seem to take Euro-cheese to a new level. Remember 'horror, rock monsters' Lordi? Expect to see a lot more of these antics on stage this year. Heh heh heh, oh Finland, you should be a laugh...
Finally on this tangent - good luck to Andy Abraham - you might never have a career after this, but it might be a novel experience, actually having a UK entry who sings in key. Plus, no flight attendants in low cut tops whispering 'would you like something to suck on for landing sir' while waving UK flags. Major cringe.
Rhys (my pet snail) looks pretty cute now, in his new snailiquarium. As happy as a snail can look, anyhow. Though he doesn't seem very interested in his authentic little habitat (that I spent a good minute or two putting together), and seems to want to just sleep at the top of the glass. Harumph.
