L-Ewrovixin
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May 25, 2010 at 9:29pm
B***er this job. Next year it's the Eurovision Song Contest and fame and fortune.
I’m paralysed with boredom already. Now it’s some kind of central European Heidis with dirndls and apples.
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At least you had the patience to sit and watch for a while. I couldn’t.
Euro Fishin’ !
Tragedja ……m’ghaddejniex!!!!
Alleluliah….. Ma ghaddejniex!
It is about time this country starts focusing on the serious things that would one day make us a nation.
Ahjar dawn il-flus intefqu f`xi haga ohra. Ghadna ma ndunajniex li dawn ma jridu lilna. Soluzzjoni wahda hemm: naghmlu bhal Italia u ma niehdux iktar sehem.
Inkella naghti crash course fil-kultura muzikali lis-songwriters taghna.
Ahjar nonfqu dawk il-flus fit-Thea-tru.
An anonymous song and I never caught its beat, but Thea’s voice is above average.
While the Malta taxpayer is being squeezed dry by taxes, licences and fines for phony traffic offences to narrow the gap between revenue and expenditure we persist in squandering nearly half a million euro for a long sequence of dismal performances at the Eurovision song charade contest. Aren’t we gluttons for punishment!
I don’t like Eurovision, not remotely my kind of music scene, but I am in favour of our continued “sensible” participation.
It fuels dreams and creativity, granted that on the latter count we are severely constipated!
Didn’t watch it, but I loved the description on a live blog somewhere that Thea looked like ‘the impossible love child of Liza Minelli and Charlotte Church’.
Let’s see who gets the blame!
L-aqwa li hadna delegazzjoni denja tal-United Nations! Kompluta bin-nail-technician b’kollox. As if anybody bothered to look at Thea’s nails!
[Daphne – Nail technician? I love it.]
In a few years’ time with the experience and advancing technology we will be calling them nail engineers.
Actually, her nails did catch my eye when she moved her arms a-la-Mary-Spiteri during the song, and for the wrong reason – They were oh-so-square looking, literally. Ugh!
(I was referring to the nails …)
Come on people, it’s only a bloody song contest. I did not watch the whole qualifying round, just a bit of it, here and there when my better half remarked that a fairly good song was on. Naturally I followed Thea’s performance. I just loved her voice, but the lyrics and music were soppy. Not her fault.
[Daphne – I thought the seagull with the prosthetic beak was magic.]
It is true that a considerable amount of money is spent on taking part in international competitions of song, dance, sports and so on. But we should continue to do so. Culture, art…song or any other individual expression consolidates our true identity.
I am certainly not a Eurovision fan. It’s becoming more and more a farce of European stereotypes of the worst taste possible. Unfortunately, this has permeated all spheres of society and both the PL and PN. Kanzunetta Indipendenza, anyone?
And to think that there were those who had already started worrying where to get the money if we were to organise the contest ourselves should Thea win!
It’s that mafia of gay men/dancers/designers/make-up artists/nail technicians. It’s like a small-town version of Zoolander. They live in their own vapid universe.
Can you believe they actually sent a “nail technician”? It actually says so in one the articles, I can’t remember which.
The only people who are attracted to this kind of performance are very camp men, just like the ones who designed it, which is why it ends up looking like a cross between a Disney film and Priscilla Queen of the Desert.
Most of the voters are Domino pizza-eating beer drinkers who poke fun at this stuff.