Mise on 16 May 2009
Ah yes, the Eurovision song contest. The annual european/mediterranean ode to circlejerking, bad taste, horrible music, lost sanity and torn eardrums.
No, I'm certainly not watching it. I am, however, hearing everything because my apartment, and every other apartment in the block, has paper-thin walls. Lovely.
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