Nul points (almost)!

Well, due to both my original plans for the weekend falling through, I felt obliged, after shredding all my old unnecessary paperwork (mobile phone bills form 1997 anyone?!) to spend the night in, watching Eurovision. I thought we had a fairly decent song this year (decent in terms of Eurovision suitability rather than musical genius), but as usual the political voting meant that we did rubbish. It's the fault of all these new countries that have been created over the last 20 years, they all vote for each other and everyone hates us just because we are British and otherwise great. 'Twas a brave effort by Scooch though, and they deserved to do better. In fact when sorting through my CDs the other day I realised that to my shame, I actually own one of their singles, bought specifically a few years ago so I could do a Gay Disco compilation. You can watch the video of that single here, which might possibly be the gayest song ever. And does anybody remember the UK's 2006 entry? In fact I seem to remember last year I was at a Eurovision party in London, dressed in school uniform...

Admittedly I have been rather bad at updating my blog of late, but I've been busy with various things not least having my car break down as the drive belt pulley shaft (whatever that is) has broken off (inconveniently 7 months after the warranty ended) so it's in the garage being mended and I have a hire car at the moment. Took a lot of sorting out to make sure I still had a car to use as the dealer and breakdown service and car rental place seemed incapable of communicating with each other. As I'd managed to get the car into the car park at work before it fully died, I arranged to have the RAC come there to assess, and I'd said on the phone that it would be best to come around 4pm as I was seeing patients until then, and that the bloke should go into reception and ask for me and I'd come out to sort it. Anyway, at 5pm I'd heard nothing so phoned them again and they said the bloke had been and driven away again as the car was "unattended". When he finally came back, transpired he'd been sitting outside in his van for an hour before giving up! Duh! I would have thought that anyone with an ounce of common sense, told that the car was in the staff car park of a GP surgery, might have gone inside the surgery to ask if anyone was expecting them? Well, apparently not. Twat.