Things that still make me homesick

I’ve lived away from home for so long my homesickness for Melbourne is fewer and further in between, but sometimes It flares up. Normally this will happen In January and its cold, wet and miserable in England and I yearn for the big blue skies and northerly winds that burn your face off.

Other times , when things feel a bit complicated and I want to go back to a time when I was a lot more baggage free. This is when I get homesick.  And then sometimes, like today I was listening to an old album by The Ice Cream Hands while avoiding all other jobs that needed doing, whilst claiming putting together a play list is “an important job”.

Music is a funny thing preying on emotions and bringing up feelings, such as home-sickness, or to pin point a particular time. The thing is, if someone said what does it feel like? I couldn’t answer it. More like if you get the chills or pins and needles, but in a good way.

It reminds me of the time when I was a wide-eyed kid and had to Interview someone for a school project and in some weird way it came about that I could interview Chuck Jenkins who would go on to be in the Ice cream hands, but at the time was in a sadly ignored band called the Mad Turks (this could have had something to do with the shit front cover).


Champagne glasses are a nice touch.

I asked him a few dumb questions because I was only 15 and he answered them in a very dickish way like a snarl wrapped up in a leather jacket. I went away with his record,and a signed poster. The record I didn’t play until I was 20 and loved it & the poster I gave to a second-hand record store. I don’t blame him for being a dick, he was 25 and probably thought he  deserved more than sitting in a 80’s designed office and have to tolerate a kid who hasn’t heard his music. Poor snarling man, I love his work now, no damage done.

All this from one video.


I’m not sure how this blog ended up finishing like this today, It was supposed to go another way,  but there you go.




Farewell Thin White Duke


For  all the hours  I spent learning to play guitar along to your albums

For all the rotations of the turntable,  for all the clicks of the ipods and all the twists of cassette tapes

For all the sing-alongs wether in the kitchen, the car, the shower, in public at bars or arm in arm in the second row of your concert

For all the hours watching your music videos

For all of the hours spent digging through vinyl bins at record fairs for decent copies of your LP’s

For all the hours in darkened rooms with headphones immersed in and amazed by your music

For going out with boys because they looked like Bowie during the low era

For all the spins on the dance floor

For the lullabies I sang in replacement of traditional fare

For that costume in the Labyrinth

For Ziggy & The Thin White Duke.






The party crasher

wpid-20151113_184941.jpgI think I  gave up awhile ago trying to dedicate my blog just to sewing. I haven’t touched my machine in such a time because of other projects, I’m worried I forgot all my technique. Oh well hopefully like a bike.

Instead last week I felt like a gatecrasher.

You know when magazines run these competitions, win an afternoon with your favourite band, or have dinner with Bieber or go swimming with Swift, you get my drift. I inadvertently  fell into this on Friday with a band who was not on my top list of artists, but I have their albums and I enjoy their music but aside from their lead singer I couldn’t pick out in a crowd.

By the sea festival was on at Dreamland in Margate on Friday. They has opened the park especially for show goers with the show headliner Hot Chip playing in the Roller Disco rink. Sounds like fun. Got there early (embarrassingly before the gates opened, uncomfortable), went into the park and had the whole place to ourselves. Here’s another myth, how ace would it be to have a whole amusement park to yourself? Answer not very. I felt like I was in an episode of Scooby Doo in a deserted amusement park expecting some villain dressed as a sea monster to attack us.


We had to wait for the newly opened scenic railway, so we headed towards the dodgems. Hot Chip had the same idea and followed us, It was only us and Hot Chip, nobody else. Whilst their lead singer dj’ed I spent most of my time blushing whilst trying to avoid hitting them, all the while it was filmed. I don’t know why I found this mortifying, but I did. I felt like a gatecrasher and I just wanted the thing to end. They were perfectly nice in the way famous cool music nerds are,  but I just felt like a nerd instead. I couldn’t get off that ride fast enough…except I couldn’t . The guy let us all go round another 2 times…By the end of that I was just going to jump off , even if there was a threat of a third.

Then we waited for the scenic railway, and so did the band. It was like following them in reverse. Honestly I was not being a “fangirl” I’m much too old for that, and after some disastrous meeting of  bands as a teenager (god do not get me started on Sonic Youth) I avoid most people with any degree of fame at all costs. But we went on, thankfully only once round and then after that I split.


Hot food, cold night. i didn’t eat the sausage.

The ground was still deserted. The staff was great for a chinwag as they had no other customers. It was a shame as I’m sure they would think twice about opening that up again for about 20 people.

It got cold, real cold but once I got to my beloved 2p arcade machines I was happy, lost £2 but it was the joy I had in losing it. We did collectively get enough prize tickets to get Rockette  (who was at home in bed) some rubbish Frozen activity pack, winner!

Band were great, but woe of woes the crowd were not. I feel like resident complainer of crowds. The only image I’m going to impart is people dancing, quite vigorously with raised glasses of wine. Yeah wine.

Velma Dinkley

I had to get out, I was squashed, hot and not having a good time. I stood in a bar cue for 20 minutes trying to buy a coke and dancing there. I had much more fun. Maybe I’m just Velma from Scooby Doo?


During the band interval break, news had been breaking about what had been happening at the Bataclan in Paris at the same time. It changed the whole mood. It was shocking, these people were just doing the exact same thing we were, but they were killed for it. Its fucking horrible, and terrifying.






She’s got a ticket to Ride

wpid-20151014_200305.jpgI’m not going to go on, but I feel I should put some closure on previous Ride posts which was here

Ride had finally announced another show at Brixton Academy, for a few reasons I’m quite glad that fate shone badly down on me the day I tried to get tickets for the Roundhouse and couldn’t. Firstly  the floor is slanted in Brixton and you can actually see if your short , it can be tough going on the thighs standing on an angle, and as I’ve discovered, even worse if your dancing .But I could still see …this I feel is a major benefit.  Secondly as mentioned in previous posts I did have the video of Ride Live in Brixton in 1992 so it was a deal, a big deal.

I was hesitant and not really excited before I got to the venue. I was worried about them being disappointing or playing a bad set etc etc. I tried to deflate my hopes so I wouldn’t be disappointed. I tried to avoid all new live footage and what I did see from field day was ok but didn’t fill me with complete joy. I think I was still upset about the Roundhouse fiasco (I know still..get over it!)

Not sure why I worried really…..


Seeing the venue , and their name in lights , electric currents rippled through me. After 23 years I was finally here. My brain was having trouble processing it all. Yeah I know this sounds dramatic, (but it really was).

They started at 8.15, holy crap I wish that warning was put up somewhere on social media. I was still in Stratford at 6.30 deciding if I wanted a bubble tea or not. I’m glad I didn’t or I could have missed the start. We got there with about 15 minutes to get settled, not even enough time to get a beer.

On they came and that was it. The opening to “Leave them All Behind” was enough to project me back, oh it was all very emotional. All the love I had for them all came to the forefront, not quite the giddy teenager still lusting over Mark Gardener, But  like a switch was flicked on.

Then I danced, I danced like I didn’t give a shit, like there was no one around. I haven’t done that for years and it felt so liberating (I highly recommend it). I felt like I was back in the  early 2000’s when I used to dance all night in a Carlton at a nightclub called Supermarket  which would play British indie all night, Ride would always be played for me. So strange, like time had slipped away. It felt amazing.


There were 2 sets , the first one the “hits” and then the second set was “Nowhere” in full for its 25th anniversary this year. The set lists were amazing, knowing well they couldn’t play everything they did cover a lot. Some of it sounded messy, how much was feedback, how much was a dodgy speaker system and reverberation I’m not sure. It didn’t bother me that they missed a few notes or a line was sung out of turn, I just kept on dancing trying to stop people getting into my personal dance circle or pushing past me carrying beers.


And then they were finished, and it went so fast! I really didn’t want it to end . I didn’t want to go back on the tube and then on the very delayed high-speed home. I didn’t want to go back, I was happy in that suspended time bubble.

Reluctantly I left the venue with my ears ringing (they were very fu$king loud in parts) , and in true 90’s style bought an illegal T-shirt outside the venue that was lying on the floor for a tenner off some geezer.


If you haven’t heard of these shoegazers before ,  try them out.

The whole experience was just amazing and it has made it into my top 6 shows ever, along with A Nick Cave solo show, Suede playing Dog Man Star in full , The first time I saw Kiss (and only the 1st time), Beasts of Bourbon at the hi-fi when Tex Perkins played a whole set with a massive gash on his head and the Chemical Brothers in Sydney in 2000 or something. (This is the top of my head list it would probably be different if I thought about it.)

In more 90’s news I’m going to see  a reunited Lush play at the Roundhouse in May…I’m not setting my hope too high for that one either .

About, around and complaining.

I went over to London this weekend to see Belle and Sebastian play at Somerset House.


No review, the band did have an odd set list choice, they closed with a downer of a song which always has a weird sombre effect on a crowd (they should have closed with the party line, much more upbeat). So it was good, but not absolutely amazing which was a shame as I had been waiting years to go and watch them.

What wrecked the experience was the audience conduct again, I’ve complained about this before , I’m going to do it again…

Belle and Sebastian were probably most successful in the late 90’s, even though they are still making amazing albums. The audience thought it was still the 90’s. There was smokers right next to me, one who lit up every 15 minutes, who still smokes like that ? I spent half the night trying to hold my breath and breathe in the opposite direction, didn’t work still got a headache.

There were people taking selfies during every song. Yay your here, now annoy everyone around you and pose idiotically for photos of yourself.

But worse than that was the audience treating the band like they were some CD on in the background. There were times I could barely hear the songs for mindless chatter about god knows what, school fees, house prices, what wines they bought last year in Seville…I’m assuming general wanker-y conversation.


Why were they there? Mr CM put it perfectly, it seemed like a piece of paper (newspaper say, we know which one) told them they should be here (to appear to be cool) so they all came. It was unbelievable and this situation is getting worse as I get older. Teen’s and people in their 20’s are more musically intense and there to immerse themselves in the experience & the music. Beyond that there are more and more who would rather get drunk and talk loudly about how amazing they are .It’s bloody annoying and rude.

On the up side I did go to liberty, I went because I was dressed for it (in a nice dress) and no one would think I was a shop lifter and follow me around (which is what happened when I went in 2003). Did pick up two fantastic Oliver + S patterns for a fiver each, who would have guessed In Liberty of all places. And they put your receipt in a little card….class.

I also ate cake and doughnuts, a lot of them. I justified that it helped my stress levels come down (which it did).


Liberty also had two of the most beautiful quilts hanging in the store to celebrate their 140th anniversary. I’ve been looking lately at a book called Art Quilting which I may just buy and do a quilt more like these ones.



I dont want no scraps.

Look at this mess. Just look at it! It’s all of my scraps and off cuts and some bigger pieces. This was because I spent most of Sunday trying to put together 13 blocks. (Didn’t even sew them just cut ’em up and stuck ’em into lunch bags).

I really can’t be bothered sorting this out. I started with a system but once I take it apart I really truly can’t be bothered putting it back in order. I think I need a better system. Some sort of mini filing system.I think I just arrange this like my life in some sort or organised chaos.

And some of these cuts are taking forever to get used up! (it’s always the ugly prints).


Mr Crafty got bored and busy this weekend…..


That is all lego.

Short on laughs today. Now I’m trying to think of stories they have all left my head, every single one. For some reason the only thing I could remember today was as a young child every Saturday morning my mum would give me a dusting cloth and make me wipe the skirting boards. Why? Wish I knew. It caused many a fight, I only wanted to watch She-ra or Video Hits.  I think she once said it was because I had little fingers.

Musically speaking

I watched God Help The Girl last night, a side project for Stuart Murdoch from Belle and Sebastian. Long and the short of it, it’s a very stylstic film, looks beautiful, nice cheography. The story line is a bit wishy washy. The story line I can only describe as typical. Young, 20’s, been there done that kind of thing.  But the soundtrack is brilliant. Very 60’s sounding.

The Straight and the Narrow

I’m still ignoring the Negroni shirt and  after an overdose of Lego at Legoland (by ways of lack of actual lego), one sick child and no sleep, for  this week there’s more EPP! (yay)


It’s a big birthday for one of my friends this week and a fancy box of chocolates would definitely not do.

Out came 500 blocks again. I’ve been working quite a bit out of this lately and sometimes when I see a pattern in a book I know instantly who I would make this for. This was the case for the Georgetown carnival cushion.


I have made similar cushions before,  with each one it gets easier and  quicker.


One average Bollywood film later and it was all pieced. EPP is a bit like that once you start it’s hard to stop until it’s done. (This normally applies, just not to the ungoing/ongoing  project in my coffee table).

Will say I don’t enjoy cutting out all of the templates that is one hell of a boring task. I use old birthday and Christmas cards which I have worked out pretty well for me, even the cheap ones. Sometimes cutting each one individually can give the result of some slighty smaller pieces (I’m talking millimeters) but you can’t tell once its all together. There are some excellent shape cutters out there like the Fiskar hexagon cutter (cheaper than the Sizzix) which would have saved my hands pain, but once you have the templates you can re-use them over and over..winning eventually.

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EPP is easy to start, It’s what I got my sister started with and what I’ll get my Mum to try. Easy like Sunday morning and requires minimum gear and not at a massive cost . (good for tight areses)



Last few weeks have been about Spiritualized and FFS, weirdly both playing Glastonbury over the weekend, lots of iplayer catch up.

I love the Sparks and I love Franz Ferdinand. This collaboration works so well, it amazeballs.

Dont know where the Spiritualized thing came from this week, probably ipod shuffle it’s normally how it works.  Let it come down is beautiful and haunting, the follow up from Ladies and gentlemen were floating in space, it’s the ultimate come down album. (no misleading album title there)

Both of these acts played great sets at Glastonbury over the weekend you can see them on the iplayer for the next month.


Office bunting


This week I was asked to whip up some bunting to decorate a colleagues desk who was finally escaping.


Still trying to get my stash levels down some of these fabrics I’ve had for a couple of years, so these projects are helping. Few hours later all done. I could make these things with my eyes closed.


Maybe I should do one for my desk, the slogans I could put on it are endless , though probably not approved by management.

Mojo only back temporarily, I spent 2 hours sewing in a shirt sleeve, upside down. Another hour in front of the t.v unpicking it all. I don’t even want to look at it for the time being.

And I just wasnt in the mood for trying to put more blocks together after getting about 4 done half heartedly in a few hours. I gave up and started watching Chennai Express (Bollywood films are always done in about 4 viewings).

In ride news

On an up note, finally got some tickets to see Ride at Brixton academy. Which I prefer as when I was a teen I had bought the video Ride live in Brixton in 1992, which I must have watched a hundred times (despite disliking live videos of any sort, I still find them boring). So when I first came to the UK I went to watch Stone Temple pilots at Brixton it was a big deal just being there.

So you can still get tickets now, which I’m not surprised about now that all of that insane over inflated 6 music hype is all gone.

Re-found sounds

I’ve been so busy with something top secretish that I’ve still no craft/makes news at all to share. I did pop over to Goldhawk road last week while in Shepherd’s Bush but wasn’t overly impressed with the range of fabric there. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood and was conscious of the 4 year I was dragging around. Anyway I bought a meter of beautiful Liberty fabric for £13 a meter. I didn’t barter (I’m crap at that kind of thing).Were they were expecting me too or not I don’t know. It was only for a meter.

I digress….

This week I have revisited some old favourite albums and one of them not so old to me. All classics and the first two especially deserve more attention.

Redd Kross- thrid eye 1990


There I was a 16-year-old girl and  listening exclusively to grunge, garage, shoegazer, indie and the beginnings of  riot grrrl music. Then I found Redd Kross.

I had been listening to a lot of jangly guitar acts at the same time such as The Clouds, The Hummingbirds and the like, but Redd Kross were different, they were like power pop mixed with Kiss. My impressionable young self saw them at  in store performance at the old Virgin Megastore in Melbourne and I was hooked. It was ok to like pop music again and to hell with what anyone thought. (I have it all filmed on super 8, I should get my sister to dig it out of the “archives”- code word for my fathers cupboard of expired technology should be next to the Betamax).

This was during the release of Phaseshifter and that is another brilliant album, but it was Third Eye that came up on my iPod a couple of days ago. It’s a bit of heavy rock here (Annie’s Gone), a super charge of pop there (Bubblegum Factory, Faith Healer), some psychedelia (Love is not Love) and some lighthearted country pop rock on the side (I don’t know how to be your friend). Imagine Partridge Family meets Black Sabbath.

It all works so well together, the eclectic mix stops it from ever being boring.

Highlight tracks Annie’s Gone and the magnificent I don’t know how to be your friend.




I came to the Monkees in my early 20’s. I think they have been cast off as a novel cheap fake American version of the Beatles. Which is really unfair. If I had been writing this blog 10 years ago I would have been waxing lyrical about the genius of  Michael Nesmith’s country albums. Which are still brilliant having spent an hour listening again to them last night.

By the time Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones came out it was 1967 the Monkees were rebelling. Music was changing around them and they wanted to be taken seriously. They wanted to play their own instruments ( only one (Nesmith) of them was originally a musician the others were actors although Davy Jones had also released an album). They were teen sensations and this was  breakout , even today for any manufactured boy band which they were.

The songs are of the time, big 60’s compositions with layers of instrumental pieces, you can hear the Beatles and Beach Boy influences. They are classic pop songs, beautifully constructed and an LP I love putting on in the afternoon and forget the world is outside.

This album was along with the Doors Strange Days one of the first to use a Moog synthesizer on their recording. Use that in your next pub quiz!

Highlights of this gem Words, What am I doing hanging round and Don’t call on me.

I’ve been watching their tv show on You Tube (love the 60’s kitsch of it) and in the first episode Davy Jones who must have been 21 and is dating a 15-year-old girl. Bit creepy. No one thinks this is weird…(oh it was ok back then)

The Monkees…well half of The Monkees (Mickey Dolenz & Peter Tork) are playing at the Hammersmith Apollo on September 4th if anyone wanted to know.




Local record fairs are pretty shit round here and I hardly pick up anything much when I go now. But I did get this for about £1.00. I loved the cover , it had Nights in white satin on it and I really like Justin Hayward’s album 1975’s Bluejays. It was worth my shiny gold coin and I’m so freaking glad.

The Moody Blues were asked by their record label in September 1967 to record an adaptation of Antonín Dvořák‘s Symphony No. 9 as a stereo demonstration record. Instead, the band chose to record an orchestral song cycle about a typical working day (thanks wiki)…This may or may not be true but it gives a bit of background anyway.

In the end we have a concept album about a day in the life of the common man, a classical psychedelic masterpiece.

Opening notes sound like the start of a Star Trek soundtrack. goes into an instrumental version of the magnificent “Nights in white satin”. Whereas “Lunch break” sounds exactly like it should be in a Billy Wilder film accompanied bright fast shots of people around New York in the 60’s in Technicolor. I suppose that’s the whole point. The track “Afternoon” next to Nights is probably the other highlight on this album (which is hard to pick out in a concept album that flows so easily as this one does.) at a whopping 8.24 minutes long  it has so many different elements to it.

I used to hear Nights  on the radio all time on the oldies station growing up so it’s one of those songs I took for granted because it was always there. Because of this I never really listened to it . When you forget what you know, stick headphones on it is a thing of great beauty.

Lots of this reminds me of Matt Berry’s musical work, I wonder how much influence they have had on him. In fact this is most likely the beginning of prog rock right here (but don’t let that put you off).

The Moody Blues are still playing live too.

While I have been writing this, I’ve been distracted and just sitting on the sofa listening to songs I havent heard for years and years (like an old person). I can’t remember the last time I was had headphones on and no sewing in my hand just absorbed in the music. I don’t know why I ‘ve left it so long.

I’m starting to wonder should I possbly have two seperate blogs? I will get back around to the sewing stuff when I get the chance..or some more up to date music …so little time, so little time.

What’s another Eurovision year?

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I had made the decision to not write on this years Eurovision competition and use this blog to focus more on craft and stop going off track. But well I can’t do that can I? It’s annoying me. It’s later than I would have liked to have published it, but you can blame a shirt and 3 days in London for that. I know ..uncommitted

This was a particularly good year and at a record 27 acts performing in the final this made it a particularly long year.  It was also the first year Australia was allowed to perform as a 60th  anniversary treat. The songs were of a better quality although very ballad top-heavy (blame Conchita for that) and gone sadly was the novelty and fun of yester year and it was all about taking care of business.

Where to start? I’ll start with my beloved Australia. I had predicted it for 3rd and 5th was a brilliant result. It was a great song and for our first (but will it be our last?) entry this was an impressive way to start off and perhaps a good example of how to enter and score high without being embroiled in block / neighbor voting. It is as simple as getting a great song with well-known relevant artist /talented song writer and really trying. Take note UK this is the way to enter.

Speaking of the UK. I think were now beyond blaming block voting or “because the rest of Europe hate them” and just sadly admit that the selection panel really don’t care about what they enter, and then complain about it later. This year’s entry was a cute little ditty, but it wasn’t Eurovisionary. It’s the kind of song that had all the eccentricities of the UK but very little of that would have appealed/translated to the general European/Australian (or even UK) audience. The feeling in the UK was a very shrug of the shoulders, already defeated before they began.

Other countries make the same mistake year in year out. Belgium comes to mind normally entering odd rap or jazz cafe style songs.  What was with her dress? She looked so uncomfortable in it, probably petrified she was going to electrocute herself!

The UK  have such  strong musical heritage which continues today with lots of amazing new artists. It’s sad that this is irrelevant  in the selection process. I can understand that it may be  hard to find a willing artist, but for too long the UK has treated it as a joke ( aside from the Webber/ Jade Ewen year) it needs to pull their socks up and send someone with relevance and quality song writing, it’s as simple as that. It’s about changing attitudes If they ever want to win.

At least we had Nigella Lawson presenting the UK points, that was a treat, she looked a bit regal, a regal treat!


Belgium! Where did he come from?! I thought he would do ok but I didn’t think he would beat Australia, very impressive very Lorde and not too dissimilar to Sweden’s entry or even the Latvian entry (she scared me a little ,maybe it was the dress fake tattoo combo).

Italy were just amazing and probably in my top 2 for the contest. I do wonder if they had not been placed last would the result been better for them? I think it was a good song to end the evening with and it woke everyone up a bit after being exposed to an incredibly boring second half of ballad after boring dull as dishwater ballad. This is how it’s done magnificently.

I’m not sure why Austria scored nil points. I love their song the one thing that I did find puzzling was not the piano being set on fire (impressive, were all just neanderthals who love to cheer on pyrotechnics) but when he stopped playing piano but continued sing,  the song sounded the same. So was he pretending to play the piano? The song sounded like it contained more than just drums and bass so where was the rest of the music coming from? I’m confused.

Also loved Armenia’s entry. I thought it would do a little better but maybe the complex vocals were just too much for some.

I still can’t believe that the Moldova cheese fest that was “I want your love” didn’t make it into the final. Yes it was stuck in the 90’s and yes  Eduard Romanyuta is probably Kid Rock’s love child; but the song was your classic euro pop song. It was a shame it didn’t make it, alas the curse of going in first in a semi final.

Shall we discuss Russia? (sigh) Interestingly this year some of the traditional block voting countries appeared to break away from the traditional Russia 12 points  and rebel only giving Russia half of that. It’s a good thing to see, block voting is a fact of life in Eurovision but if this trend continues we could see a more even and fair competition in the future..Imagine voting for a song you actually liked?

My main problem with Russia was the song. To me, and this is only my opinion and I’m not condoning the boo’s, but it seemed all a bit ironic. Russia was booed whenever they received 12 points. (So much for Austria installing anti booing devices. (not sure how that works, probably drowned the sound out)) . The audience was then scolded by the host’s reminding them that this was a singing contest and not a political one. But can the two ever be truly separated? Polina Gagarina was selected by Russia to represent  them in the contest.

The entry was titled “A Million Voices”. Her performance was strong, she has a wonderful voice, during the voting she kept crying (irritating). But the song was about peace and included the  lyrics “We are the worlds people, Different yet we’re the same,Praying for peace and healing, I hope we can start again, We believe, We believe in a dream”. Nice sentiment and one I wished to believe in, but Is this not ironic?

It is a singing contest, but one between representing countries, not individuals. If she had not sung about world peace I wouldn’t have minded so much and I’m sure she does represent a large portion of Russians who feel the same( your never going to unite all the people all the time) . But in the current political climate it just didn’t sit well with me. It must have turned a lot of voters off including the block voting countries.  It still did  well and came second.

Enough about that.

Sweden did deserve the gong this year it’s a well crafted song that wouldn’t sound out-of-place on the radio. Although the staging quite similar to Loreens “Euphoria” didn’t you think?

Finally I love Conchita but this presenting lark was just a bit odd.

So the final results looked like this


Anyway if you’re a bit of a static nerd then you may find the data on the Eurovision website giving all the individual jury votes and all the public votes for each country interesting . Fascinating stuff!

It’s a bit like Christmas, there’s all the build up and then afterwards you don’t want to have to think about it again until the next year.

That was very long..sorry about that…