From the Midlands, not a monkey…
All in all it didn’t feel like a vintage year at Eurovision, everyone seemed to be taking the contest a little too seriously and thus it missed some of the mad-cap antics that have been present over the last few years. Fledgling possibility of a chest infection reduced drink intake to a single beer, but for once the host and the voting made it all worthwhile.
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Saturday we dragged ourselves along to The Victoria Hall to see The Spaghetti Western Orchestra (formerly known as The Ennio Morricone Experience – a better name as far as I’m concerned). Part comedy troupe / musicians, they play the music of Morricone whilst also indulging in the sort of sound effects that made the films great. If you ever want to know what it’s like to see a man play a packet of cornflakes then this is the evening for you.
Terracotta warriors living in a desolate wasteland. A journey through time & space played through shadows cast on a wall. Women fashioned from poisonous flowers and a villain who resided in the pelvis of a woman. And fundamentally, Parsifal turning his back on the Knights following the saving of their King.
It was by turns bonkers and brilliant, and sounded nothing short of breathtaking.
The rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen albums you’ve heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
Welcome Gentle Reader to the post match analysis of the best night of TV each year in the UK. Eurovision 2010 wasn’t quite as good as 2009, but still was massive fun as per usual. Graham Norton is still finding his feet a little but shows overall promise and the key remains to not take it too seriously.
(Bit of a catch up from the last few weeks, sorry folks – been tres busy!).
Walking past the art gallery that overlooks the Princes Street gardens, a flyer is thrust into your hand.
