I'm still reading the reviews of the Eurovision rehearsals like a madwoman, frantically trying to gather whether or not we still stand a chance, or whether or not we ever did. God knows. It's weird, but even though I don't particularly like this song, I really do want to make it to that final. It's *my* country damnit. See, don't let anyone tell you Eurovision leads to nothing, it awakens the dormant patriot it me.
Next thing you know I'll be shouting about "Johnny Foreigner" and cancelling trips abroad.

In the midst of all this, I'm also saying goodbye to the fabulous weather. For now, I hope, and not for the rest of the year like last year. I'm still traumatised. (Seriously, another Belgian Eurovision fiasco AND a bad summer ... I'm fit to ship off to the madhouse!)
The glorious weather was the setting for a blast from the past. The return of one of the great loves of my childhood. No, it wasn't my monchichi, he's still covered in spit and -probably- snot somewhere on my parent's attic... it's the Rocket icecream.
Now let's get one thing straight. I'm not talking about those recent fakers, the one you find in most icecream vans: with chocolate or something brown on top... No no no no! They're not real. It's not what I want. I'm talking about the tricolour one: yellow, orange and red. And the little red tip was the best, but if you tried to save it for last it melted, so you had to be quick. Mmmmmmmm.
I bought a carton of the stuff, incredibly overpriced -they're more expensive than actual icecreams- but definitely worth it. Now I've got 5 left waiting in the freezer till the weather turns again. I'd better be able to eat them this year... or else!

One tiny bump against the neighbour's van is threatening to set me back € 500. (And the only thing wrong with his van is the plastic bumber thing in front)
And then I got the bill from the garage for the "every 10.000 kms"-check of my car... € 600.

Anyone got a goldmine for me?

( Hungary, Malta, Cyprus, FYR Macedonia and Portugal )
And that’s it for the second semi-final.
Of these 19 songs 10 will qualify to join the top 10 from the other semi and the 5 automatic qualifiers in the Grand Final. From those 25 songs the winner will be chosen. It’ll either be a Bombastic Ballad, a turkey, a political conspiracy vote or a trashy dance song -probably something to do with the devil-. I can’t wait.
Still to come: Spain, the UK, Germany, France and Serbia. Well, and the actual shows of course.

Because posting two songs every day is too slow for me.

( Croatia, Bulgaria, Denmark and Georgia )

Ooh, action in Eurovision land! The rehearsals have started today. For those obsessives, you can read reports of the rehearsals on All Kinds of Everything over on Livejournal. They're Irish, so they'll go mad over the turkey. What have I learned so far? Moldova lost their bubbles, Israel is selling man-candy and Estonia is still the same. For me, this is the highlight of my day.

But on with the previews, because otherwise we'll never get this damned thing finished and the first Semi is just over a week from now.

( Lithuania and Albania )

Today I made another step towards ultimate dykehood. I bought my first pair of... Birkenstocks. "Das Original" as the box proudly claims. Yes. Original dyke, that's me.
And you know what, I think they look rather hot.
I know, I've still got a way to go, I could've bought Teva, but that was still a step too far.

I'd like to officially apologise to the Girlfriend for making fun of her last year when she wanted to buy the exact same pair I just bought. Oops.



(oh er yeah... The Girlfriend and I are back together *g*)

I love the sun, I love the warm weather we've been having, I love it all. Ok, so there are a few downsides. Sweaty people smell bad. I have to shave my legs more often. My legs are really too white to be exposed to the public eye (hah! let them wear sunglasses if they can't handle it) and of course there's the hayfever. It used to be just itchy eyes and a headache, now it's that and a nice variation of coughs, sneezes and a runny nose. Charming. And very sexy, I'm sure.

Nice to know there are things that don't change, like the latest bickering between the Flemish and the Walloons.

Totally unrelated but,
Why are pringles so damned tasty? And addictive?
Why can't I win a single game of scrabble? (because I suck and I have no eye for tactics, that's why)
Why is Joseph Fritzl an "incest father" in one newspaper and a "cellar incest monster" in another?
Why do I keep eating at the computer when I know very well it makes my keyboard and mouse all icky and disgusting?

( Romania, Russia and Greece )
And that's it for our first Semi-Final, airing on May 20th. Don't worry though (or no time to rejoice yet, depending on your point of view), we've still got a second Semi-final and five finalists to go.
Next up: the übergaying of Eurovision in the beginning of the second Semi-Final.

The one where you'll be able to see what my hair looked like.

Ah yes. here it is. You can't see it well on the photo but it was sprayed red.