Its Eurovision again, ding a dong every hour when you kiss a flower, some Romanian gypsies were seen skirting the edge of Lower field and Old Clarkey let off both barrels and thought he`d winged one of em`but they had armour on made from layers of the Big Issue but i digress, once again this great nation of ours famed for "Puppet on a string" and other worthwhile ditties will once more be humiliated by the slavic horde voting in unison.The glory days of Lulu are behind us i`m afraid, there will be no more "Congratulations" for the likes of Peter Pan of Pop Cliff (chicken neck ) Richards, Ma Clutterbuck of Gurneys Farm said she saw him live on stage in 1933 at Nuremburg wearing a Nazi uniform and a Charlie Chaplin moustache but i think she must be confusing him with someone else.
Big Boy Magoo reckons not only is everybody in the Eurovision Song Contest gay but any one who watches it is also gay.
I for one will be watching it, tucked up with a large bag of Mrs Patroon`s finest Afghan heroin and a bag of Revels.Come on Blue.!!
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