Showing posts with label The Roop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Roop. Show all posts

Friday, 16 May 2025

I feel it's safe to dance alone

I may not be in work this week, but by heavens! It feels like I've done several shifts of hard labour - admittedly, yesterday's slog rearranging the myriad pots of plants we have in the extensive gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers on and around the faboo new shelving I constructed on Wednesday was extremely satisfying (and I am sure there will be plenty of photos forthcoming, no doubt), as it looks absolutely fabulous and gives a whole new dimension to the tiny space we have to work with!

Still a load of (less rewarding) jobs to do today, however - hoovering, cleaning the bog, cleaning windows, that sort of thing - before I can embark upon the final decorations (bunting, flags of all nations) for tomorrow's party to celebrate the Grand Final of the Eurovision Song Contest 2025.

YAY! It's the "Gay World Cup"!!!

Speaking of which...

...Thank Disco The Roop It's Friday!

Enjoy the weekend, folks - whether or not you choose to (or ar able to) enjoy the madness of the biggest live event in the world!

Friday, 12 May 2023

Let's discoteque right at my home; it is okay to dance alone

So, here we are at the end of another trying week at work, but on the cusp of The Big Event. It is indeed "Eurovision Eve", and the anticipation is palpable...

In the latest in my mini-series of highlights(!) from the recent history of the contest, let's practice those moves - and Thank Disco The Roop It's Friday!

Enjoy the madness - and have a great weekend, dear reader!

Sunday, 17 May 2020

Socially-distanced Euro-madness



We're nothing if not troupers, our gang! Despite the limitations and frustrations of watching the telly with sound turned down and only one person's telly playing the audio, fifteen of us convened last night via Zoom for the whole marathon four-and-a-half hours of Eurovision-themed broadcasting, including Graham Norton's Eurovision: Come Together [which featured a selection of past Eurovision winners who were then subject to a vote from the public for the best ever; Abba's Waterloo won, unsurprisingly], the "official" trans-European broadcast Europe Shine a Light [which gave a snippet of every one of the 41 entries who would have been featured in this year's cancelled contest - with sarky commentary from Mr Norton again, as is traditional - plus appearances from Johnny Logan, Mans Zelmerlöw and many many more, remote sing-a-longs and a huge smattering of shmaltz], followed by the much more tongue-in-cheek A to Z of Eurovision hosted by Rylan Clark-Neil [which took an irreverent "sideways" look at the madness that is the secret of why we all love the contest so].

A helluva lot of alcohol, bitching about the performers and general merriment ensued...

Of the acts-that-missed-out this year [and none of the songs are permitted to be re-entered next year according to the rules, even if some of the acts may return], not many caught our ear - apart from these...




And the one that we, and the bookies, predicted might well have won it:


We all did THAT dance in our living-rooms...

Roll on next year - if this pandemic shit is indeed over by then - when the Eurovision Song Contest proper is set to (finally) be hosted in Rotterdam (where it was supposed to be yesterday)!