Let me get this out of my system right away, so that I'll feel less guilty this evening.
I intend to watch the Eurovision song contest... for as long as I can, courageously, at the risk of getting nauseated. OK, now that I've made my EVCO (
Eurovision Coming Out), I feel much better, and I think I can even put forward a few reasons
why I intend to watch this kitsch stuff.
First, for anybody with tired neurons (like me, with all the anguish brought about by the ongoing critical state of my dear
Sophia), watching the Eurovision song contest is a tremendously relaxing way to spend an evening. Not only are you not obliged to think; you're actually encouraged
not to think about anything you see or hear, because it's all happening in a make-believe place called
EuroFairyland, and the whole thing has almost nothing to do with the talents of the performers or the musical qualities of their songs.
Second, as a typical French chauvinist, I want to see and hear the stunning creature
Anggun, representing the French Republic.
Third, I'm curious about the colorful group of Russian oldies. I'm convinced that, at the end of their performance, they're no doubt capable of disappearing into one another in the style of wooden dolls.
Fourth, for the first time in my life (and maybe the last), I wish to see and sit through a performance by the British gentleman named
Engelbert Humperdinck. I've disregarded him impolitely for so long that I must give him all my attention this evening.
Fifth, there are those Irish
Jedward twins, who look like they've just stepped out of a pop remake of
Star Wars. After all the years I've been devoting to the research of my Irish ancestry (which might well be less ubiquitous than I had once imagined), I owe it to Erin to be brave, and bear stoically the spectacle of these prancing plastic lads.
Finally, above all, we're all aware that Azerbaijan is a nasty dictatorship. And it's unwise, indeed dangerous, to simply disregard dictators. Hopefully, sooner or later, that silly old-fashioned stuff named democracy must end up prevailing in Azerbaijan, inevitably. So, watching the dictator's super-show this evening amounts to keeping an eye on him... and maybe even getting a feeling for the most effective approach towards toppling him.
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