This past week has been the usual tele-visual nightmare but it’s like the scab picking you did as a child, gross but oddly something or other. Since the fall of the Wall 23 years ago the former east has taken over. But it still holds a peculiar mix of innocence and real politic where ancient hate delivered with a ‘null point’ in a French accent. Anyhoos, tracking twitter through the heats while switching between the BBC and RTE all while my computer connection is on the fritz so trying to see blogs and other sites is an utter pest while the thing buffers itself. I was reduced to holding my phone reading new blog posts while looking at a stalled screen. I suspect my 7mg download speed is a fiction.
Denmark won with a peppy little song.
But by far the best song was an ABBA number from 1980 delivered as a filler The Winner Takes It All
P.S. The Irish song was puerile crap delivered with a strong feel of gay.