My junior spies tell me that something called the Eurovision song contest is happening this weekend. Having no knowledge of this event I decided to do a little spying of my own. Apparently it’s all shiny and ridiculously over the top and the British entry will be smiling and waving and coming joint last, but this does little to stop its appeal, especially with Eastern Europeans and men who exfoliate and frequent Vauxhall night clubs at 8am on a Monday morning. Moving on!
Written by The Spy, 16 May, 2009 - 18:01