Right. So I admit I watched ESC last night. It’s part of my line of work and cross my heart, I giggled a lot and found some of the tunes quite funky. Then there was Dima Bilan who apparently won the whole thing. (I switched off right after the music ended, couldn’t stand the hosts.) I’m sure I wasn’t the only one feeling a bit confused by the fact that his performance was a huge pile of Too Muchness, so much that someone, somewhere was bound to say “Look Dima, we know you’re going for knock out but this is a tad Too Much. Figure skating is fine but the guy with the Stradivarius needs to kick the Hammerfall posing habit and you look a lot better standing up than lying on your back in some kind of supermodelesqueish pose.” How naive I was.
After seeing the video for the actual song (where, inexplicably, I still can’t interpret his english accent) I understand that all of this is part of a grand plan. World cheese domination. Remember friends – we need to save the cihldren!!!
