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I am making myself feel better about the raging jealousy towards everyone heading F2Fwards by taking tomorrow off from all work, watching rugby, getting drunk then watching the Eurovision song contest and getting drunker.
OMG. We totally need to do a Eurovision F2F at some point. Even if it's just the two of us. That would be SPLENDID.
OMG. We totally need to do a Eurovision F2F at some point. Even if it's just the two of us. That would be SPLENDID.
Oh dear Lord yes. This time around, a friend of mine is having a party for it. We each randomly pick two countries at the start, and then every time Terry mentions your country, you have to drink. Also, we have to wear something SPANGLY. But I think that's a given.
eta - I also think I may have found a new house, after three weeks of looking at rooms of increasing rankosity. Huzzah!
watching the Eurovision song contest
There's also jealousy on the other side of the Atlantic....
Yay for house-finding, Jars. On the jealousy front, I'm right there with you. But for some reason I was just taken with an urge to type that as "I'm write their with ewe," so I'm gonna shut up now and maybe go back to bed.
I'm not sure the Body Image Demons would like that.
If you start taking them into account before they ever even speak up, then the terrorists have won.
This time around, a friend of mine is having a party for it. We each randomly pick two countries at the start, and then every time Terry mentions your country, you have to drink.
'Tas tic.
Oh, man. Bless Terry. Last time I caught Eurovision was with K, God of Gay, and our neighbour C, with whom K was eventually to embark upon a passionate (if sadly doomed) affair. It was their first meeting. Oh! And that was the first time we met C's Canadian friend Adam, who is quite splendid also, and who was bemused by the whole Eurovision thing. The event was at the Cairo Rugby Club, which became the gayest place in gaytown for the evening. Everyone 'bought' a country or two, and the all the proceeds went to the winner - who was my flatmate, the jammy cow. 'Twas fun.
Also, we have to wear something SPANGLY.
Oh dear. That would be very difficult for me. I have so few shiny things.
Ha. In Bizarroworld.
Oh that sounds exactly like a Eurovision get together should be, Fay.
and who was bemused by the whole Eurovision thing.Yes, le bloke has already been making faces at the whole idea. We'll learn him.
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Thanks, guys.
WindSparrow, Libkitty, I have had no luck whatsoever with training cats (even so much as "if you want me to put you on the loft bed, you have to come over here so I can pick you up. No, dammit, don't meow like that and then run away when I come over!").
Debet! tacklehugs of congrats!