Well, I watched the Eurovision Song Contest last night, Germany were the hosts and you have to give them credit, they transformed a football stadium in Dusseldorf and the set looked incredible. There is always a little naff-ness but you get that wherever it's hosted, even here. The actual contest started quite well, Denmark, pretty good, he penned it himself and he must have been so nervous going first, Lithuania, very theatrical, a bit - Beauty and the Beast, Hungary, very current and very club-y, Jedward fit perfectly into the Euro pop bubble, you couldn't actually make out their singing from that of the back up singers but they gave it 110% and performed their socks off bless them. Sweden, young, good looking bloke, pretty good song, (for Eurovision,) could do well, Russia, grew on me, France, very operatic and anthemic, young bloke, looked like he'd just stepped out of Les Miserables, 21 I think, handsome, amazing voice, hair like a mop head although it improved when he tucked it behind his ears. Would love to give him a makeover. Switzerland was like a female Jack Johnson, (that's a good thing,) Blue sang their hearts out although the sound quality was shaky to begin with, not keen on their suits but hey. Moldova, think Run DMC meets gnomes. Yes, gnomes, complete with pointy hats and a fairy on a unicycle. Best not to ask.
By around song 16, I confess that they'd all started to sound the same and a little laptop problem drew my attention away from the TV. An hour later and they were up to the voting. UK started off strongly and hovered around the 4th place mark for a while before gently slipping into 11th place were as Jedward started slowly and made it all the way to 9th, perfectly illustrating the logic that is Eurovision. Good on Jedward though, what a sterling effort. I bet Blue were gutted they didn't make top 5 as they'd hoped but they should be proud too. In case you were wondering, (I know that you are,) Azerbaijan won.
Slept great, gave running a miss, I've been trying to do plies everyday and the hips are complaining. It's cold and rainy here today and I'm a little damp from the walk from the car even though I came prepared with jacket and hat.
No boys this afternoon but there is something on called Surf Patrol which I'll give a whirl, although I do slightly feel like I'll be cheating on the boys. As long as there is a little sunshine seeping out of the TV I suppose that will have to do!
I hate to tell you hon but the mags are chock full of all kinds of gorgeousness ready for summer. Come November, you should be looking for gladiator sandals, (still,) sandals with ties or leather wraps around the ankle, ever stylish espadrilles, round framed sunglasses, (not sure they'll work for everyone,) anything lacy, (probably the Kate effect,) pretty dresses - think fifties and much, much more but I don't want to torment you... too much. Vivienne Westwood says; "buy less, choose well." Pretty good mantra I think.
Did I mention it was cold here today? Even with long sleeves it's cold. As for the head, it's getting wider as we speak, must be the damp, think Monica when she lands in Barbados. I'm off to recycle, blitz somewhere when I get home. The back garden is looking like The Enchanted Forest just now, you could lose a small child in there but it's too wet to do anything about it today. I also need to fiddle with the laptop some more. Hope that you're doing okay, I will mail you in the week x
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