a national tragedy

Don your most spectacular costume, wheel in your most powerful wind machine, and dig out your extra large cheese knife. Yes, it's Eurovision time again. And once more Iceland is in mourning because our entry did not make it through to the final. Cue the shaking of heads, and general bemusement about the randomness of the voting system (or lack of it - by a curious coincidence every nation that went through is located in the eastern half of Europe).

In case you're wondering, I do not want to feel your love-power, nor do I want to shake it up and shake it in (some of the more dodgy lyrics on offer on Thursday night). But I am looking forward to having a really good laugh tonight.