Her appearance wasn’t really attractive at
all. There was something deeply ambiguous, even repulsive, about a good looking
woman with a beard but then she wasn’t a woman, just a man pretending to be
one. In her victory speech Conchita claimed she’d won for all those who’d
experienced discrimination! What Conchita?
Do you mean the vast majority of straight
men as well who experienced your offering? True, no-one forced them to. They
could have switched off! However my dear it wasn’t only your appearance and
performance that was puke-worthy. That was only a small part of the overall
offering last night. What I’m referring to was the whole wretched character of
this pan-European pantomime of flashing lights, untalented pretty-boy dummies,
ghastly lyrics and titty girls who pranced on stage like jerky puppets for
their countries.
Transvestites and gays apart, the whole
thing was camp to the n’th degree. A riot of glitzy outrageous camp that
perfectly suited the vast, showy, out of the closet, supposedly liberated gay
community of Europe who believes itself to be liberated, whatever that means. But
in sober judgement, what it may in fact mean is that they are liberated from
everything except their own prejudices and feel themselves to be free to be prejudiced
against all those who do not share the same values. There was much the same awfulness
about this year’s contest as there’s been in others before. It’s only the
character that’s changed and from what was so visible from the Copenhagen
audience it had indeed become a gay event.
The comments I immediately wrote down about
some of the performances might prove interesting.
Montenegro
A female ice skater showing superb form
under an extra-short skirt and lyrics that meant nothing to anyone else in
Europe sung by a very respectable pop group.
Poland
Quaint girls in short national costume
shouting incomprehensible words in a ludicrous language with agricultural
motifs of cows and milk. Girls with big titties suggestively and erotically
milking and churning! All done in best tart style.
Greece
Jumping pretty-boys twirling to a catchy
tune and strutting around like tarts singing a lyric rap-style.
Austria
Drag act. Girl with beard. Nauseous
appearance and song. Song of transsexual character cheered by most gay male audience.
Performer sickening in appearance to my wife.
Germany
Female group. Catchy tune.
Sweden
Song, Undo,
sung by prosaic blonde. Passionate face movement entirely artificial.
France
Catchy lively number sung by springy
dancing male group strangely dressed. Good rhythm, zany silly performance.
Typically zany-French.
Russia
Song,
Shine, sung in English. Superb sky, cloud and stars lumination graphics.
Lyrics unclear. Group endlessly booed by Copenhagen audience in clear
disapproval of Russia’s perceived anti-gay policies.
Italy
Frenetic performance in Italian by female vocalist.
Male group actively aggravating. Singer ends up lying on the floor shaking her
legs.
Slovenia
Song entitled Round and Round. Female flautist singing in Slovenian, or was it
English? Sounded horrible. The ultimate torture for Nigel Farage, being forced
to listen to the Eurovision Song Contest!
Finland
Pretty-Boy band in silver jackets. Manic
beat. Breakneck delivery of vocal. Endlessly blinding flashlights. A stupendous
cacophony.
Spain
Dancing
in the Rain. In Spanish. All in heavy simulated
rain. Manically sung vocal. Facial movement of performer overtly sexual. 90%
percent of words were dancing in the rain!
Hungary
Ghastly lyrics in English. Auto-erotic male-female
performance. All seemed mighty peculiar.
San Marino
Maybe.
Dreadful lyrics. Shouted rather than sung. A kind
of nothing performance.
United Kingdom
Children
of the Universe sung by Molly. Singing voice awful.
Lyrics shouted. Some of the words such as a continual power to the people some kind of joke or so it seemed. Singer’s
face ugly. Title words endlessly sung along with power to the people as a kind of ultra-silly radical refrain.
My final comment when all the performances
were over would most definitely not have been in keeping with the sentiments of
the audience… We want to see more of those
dirty cock-sucking Polish milk-maids.
And while we waited for the results from
the voters of Europe our Danish hosts thought they would give us a real treat, a
tour proudly given of Copenhagen’s European Song Contest Museum. This was
something so utterly cringe making, so pathetic that it would have definitely
given Nigel Farage heart failure had he witnessed its exhibits! A forced tour
of this hateful memorial to a hateful institution that could only be constructed
in Denmark! You know, the place where they kill giraffes in their zoos!
Finally as a spectacle it was once again
worth watching for its sheer unmitigated awfulness. For men, to catch side of
fleshy good looking girls. For gays, to take in the twirly pretty-boys. And for
the British compere Graham Norton to give the audience here in Britain a long
cynical laugh.
Europe, we like you on television three
hours a year but apart from that you can stick it. That is, apart from those Polish
milk-maids.
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