Enjoyed a little bit of home from home today.
We hosted a small Sunday afternoon Eurovision Party which meant rolling out a bunch of Euro-trashy foods and beers which matched perfectly the acerbic put-downs flying around.
What's not to love about a bearded lady winning a continent wide competition, East/West political tensions brewing, and the merits of San Marino - Castle or Country?
Better yet, for once my sister didn't tell me who won before I watched the show, and France came last.
Rise like a Phoenix was a worthy winner, sung by Jesus in a dress. And Conchita Wurst appears to be a multi-lingual slang translation of small vagina and penis.