We Can’t Even Come Last Properly
The Eurovision Song Contest
Ok, so most of you have stopped reading already. I don’t enjoy the Eurovision Song Contest. I don’t even enjoy it ironically. It’s crap it really is. It is pointless and a huge embarrassment to all concerned, with the possible exception of Terry Wogan whose commentry is always worth a listen. So that’s what I do usually. Many a year I have sat at the PC with the TV on behind me, listening to the Irish bloke rip the shit out of the sheer idiocy of it. The fact that everyone else except us seems to take the damn thing so seriously just makes it even more absurd.
Everybody knows that pop music should be sung in English. Of course it should. Only the English speaking nations are any good at it. Ever heard a German crowdpleaser or a French toe-tapper?
Last night, I didn’t listen to much of it. I was too absorbed in Jericho, yet another good american TV series. I turned on the BBC at about 10.30pm to see that we had 0 points. Half an hour to go and we were last. Cool. I immediately went back to Episode 4 of Jericho.
I woke up this morning to hear that in the last 30 mins we scraped 29 points and came equal 2nd last. How friggin’ typical, we can’t even come last properly.
Smiling Inside
Hand’s up everyone who knows me.
Cool. Loads of you.
One of my favourite pastimes lately is MySpace. I can’t get enough of those surveys that get passed around. Most of them are thinly veiled attempts to find out as much as possible about someone you fancy, but they are still a lot of fun. The latest sort are posted as bulletins and are usually entitled “Tell me about me…” or something similar. The idea is you copy and paste the bulletin and reply to the poster individually as a message.
Still with me? Cool.
Anyway, yesterday I had 4 such replies and all of them gave more or less the same answer to some of the questions.
Apparantely, I look to grim and don’t smile very much. They all know me pretty well and have got past this but it’s pretty disturbing really. I have also had manager feedback from those above me that says the same thing.
Time to obsess. So why is this? I can offer a few suggestions.
- I can’t think and smile at the same time. I do spend a lot of time thinking about stuff. Is it possible to think deeply and look like a grinning fool at the same time?
- I am too self concious and don’t want to appear a smiling idiot. When I do smile, its usually out of embarrassment.
- I can’t be bothered to smile all the time.
- I am a miserable sod at heart.
Take your pick. If I work it out, you will be the first to know.
3D Buildings
It turns out I may have been premature in my praise of Microsoft’s Live Local. I can’t find a single town other than Plymouth, Brighton or Swindon with 3D buildings. I guess Plymouth got lucky. Please let me know if you find any more UK towns.
Don’t bother looking for a certain clocktower. It was the 2nd place I looked.
Mate as a founding member of the “Gleeee” society do you want some lessons on how to do it?