And FH is outraged over Eurovish
Well, what can I say. Saturday night saw the biggest European injustice since that time I was forced to travel to Malaga Airport on Easyjet and squash up next to someone wearing identity bracelets who clearly had not been privately educated.
Those Eurotrash bitches! How could they let my Ukranian tranny and his little silver uniformed assistants go home empty handed? It’s not often you get to experience the joy of seeing a male Su Pollard lookalike high kicking his way round a stage but to be usurped by some lady lezza resembling Tanita Tikaram on steroids is, frankly, too painful to bear. And as for the Scoochettes? Oh.