Fag Hag Diary

Monday

Eurovish, it’s losing me…

The Divine Miss Em

Watched Making Your Mind Up on Saturday and I’ll I can say is, ‘Oh, my Lordi: what have they done to my Eurovision?’…

Firstly, can someone please drag Teresa Wogan off the the Margaret Thatcher retirement home for the terminally confused… there are alcoholic vagrants underneath Waterloo Bridge suffering from Alzheimers who’d do a more competent job.

And much as I want to embrace all that is Scoochettes, and much as my life’s work is given over to relishing all that is camp, they’re jut a bit home tan, man-made fibres, foundation that comes free with Closer magazine and, well… regional pound shop.

As Fag Hag dad always used to say to me, ‘Shit has its own integrity.’ Which basically means, if you’re going to peddle crap, do it with style. Girls Aloud pull this off. Steps pulled it off. Even Dana International pulled it off (in a manner of speaking). But don’t represent the UK on a world stage if you insist on getting your highlights done by a mum on benefits.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)

More dolly #content:

4 comments to “Fag Hag Diary”

  1. Noooooo, we love Tezza Wogan. It’s the only reason we watch this shit.

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
  2. Hee hee. Though I must agree, Tezza’s the best thing about Eurovish. Alzheimers or no alzheimers.

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
  3. Loved it when he fucked up and said Sindy had won!

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
  4. Oh. My. God. We actually agree on something. You’re SO right. Except the bit about Uncle Terry. I’d sit on his knee.

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)

Leave a comment