It's a scandal in the first place that Bodies Without Organs (BWO) won't be representing Sweden this year, as they would have probably won it hands down with their song, Temple of Love. But, but, that's only half the point. They get along fine without Eurovision, as they are a fantastic pop band which England while naturally bypass in our ever ending quest to snap up boring and outdated guitar/piano pop. Instead Temple of Love will be replaced by a pompus and self-righteous piece of shitty trash, called 'Invicible' by the once shaggable Carola, hoping to gain the christian, homophobic vote. (Apparently she believes that homosexuality is one of those sins that can be cured by prayer). Ignore her. Go and buy Bodies Without Organs first album which is much better than their second album, and download the tracks 'Temple of Love' and 'Obsession' from their second album. Here's a vid of them for now.Never mind that for now. If you have been, like me, a lazy bastard for the past couple of months, or like me, writing a new play (By the way, I'm not fucking Jonathan Harvey. I'm realistic, you couldn't even make that thing up!) then you might not realise that the festive season of Eurovision is almost among us, with the semi-final tonight and the final on Saturday. And who is this year's hopeful for the UK. Noneother than Daz Samson (I'm not even sure if I've spelt his name right or even care) who I can't even bring to put a photo of, not that it worries me that he's fairly average and geeky looking, or that it concerns me as much as the utter shiteness of the song. Yeah, I know. It's Eurvision, expect shite songs and crap performances, but just once a couple of pop songs to shine through. But Daz's gimmick is, ooh, let's see, schoolgirls. It's a streetwise kind of song about growing up, looking back and being young. Of course it's bullshit and Eurovision is even too good for it. And worse the basic chorus and the schoolgirl choir sound like little Miss Innocent Sluts with a high processed voice which far from being a bit sexy and naughty, makes them seem like they have been threatened by a madman with hammers, you know, two hammers, one in each hand, running around classrooms, saying, 'Kids, kids!' I hope it comes last. It's what the UK would supposedly prefer, the underdog coming last, and being abused all the way through up to that point.
No doubt queens up and down the country will be hosting and attending eurovision parties, marking their scorecards, squealing and clapping in delight or mock horror that Greece gives Turkey 12 points, and that Daz Samson slips and somehow manages to kill Natasha Kaplinsky.
