Irelande douze points

I couldn’t help but post this. It’s Ireland’s Eurovision Song Contest entry.

Oh, I come from a nation
What knows how to write a song
Oh Europe, where oh where did it all go wrong?
Come on!

Irlande douze points

Drag acts and bad acts and Terry Wogan’s wig
Mad acts and sad acts, it was Johnny Logan’s gig

Shake your feathers and bop your beak
Shake ‘em to the west and to the east
Wave euro hands and euro feet
Wiggle in the air to the turkey beat

Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points
Do the funky beat
Come on

D O B double B L E, yeah…

Hello Abba, hello Bono, hello Helsinki
Ola Prague, hello sailor, c’est la vie
Auf Wiedersehen, Mama Mia, and God save the Queen
Bonjour Serbia, good day Austria
You know what I mean

Shake your feathers and bop your beak
Shake ‘em to the west and to the east
Wave euro hands and euro feet
Wiggle in the air to the turkey beat

Shake your feathers and bop your beak
Shake ‘em to the west and to the east
Wave euro hands and euro feet
Wiggle in the air to the turkey beat

Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points

Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points
Do the funky beat
Come on

Give us another chance, we’re sorry for riverdance
Sure Flately, he’s a yank
And the Danube flows through France
Block vote, shock vote
Give your twelve today
You’re all invited to Dublin, Ireland
And we’ll party the Shamrock way

Irlande douze points – Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points – Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points – Irlande douze points
Irlande douze points – do the funky beat
Come on

Irlande douze points, Irlande douze points

Eastern Europe, we love you
Do you like Irish stew?
Or goulash as it is to you?
(Irlande douze points, Irlande douze points)

Listen Bulgaria, we love you
Belarus, Georgia, Montenegro
Moldovia, Albania, Croatia
Poland, Russia, Ukraine
Macedonia, love you Turkey
Hungary, Estonia, Slovakia
Armenia, Bosnia-Herzegova
And don’t forget the Swiss

 

Fiend Fyre

There’s a fire in the city of Oslo, right now, but it’s not on the news yet, nor on the Internet. Which, of course, leads me to wonder what it can be.

 

Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?

I was going to post something quite different, but thought better of it; not yet. As for now, I haven’t really got anything else to add. No overly philosophic ramblings today, I think…

Or maybe that was naïve of me. After all, I’ve always got something to express my prolixity about. I just hope it isn’t too soporific.

Perhaps not. Another day, when I’m not continually veering off on caprices.

Factors for achieving success

I recently had to jot down my five most important factors for achieving success for an English assignment (I still don’t know why we’re doing it). In any case, here are mine (in no particular order):

I.   Determination, 1.0L

II.  Ambition, 1.0L

III. Social network, 5.0dL

IV. Cunning, 2.0dL

V.  Education, 3.0dL

Morning musings

“The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.” - Robert Frost

“On a lazy Saturday morning when you’re lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.” - Lynn Johnston

“When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.” - Pooh’s Little Instruction Book 

Men and irony, irony and men

I felt like posting this under a different heading…

First, men and irony:

• Is it just me, or are many men incapable of understanding a woman’s sense of irony?
• Or knowing when she is using it, for that matter?

Maybe it’s just me. I did, after all, almost convince one of my (very talented) entraineurs de biathlon that I was a spy sent from a “rivalling” club to gather vital information on “how to produce Norwegian Champions”, and all because I didn’t laugh when I told the tale. But I really didn’t think that laughing was a requirement for joking.

There are, of course, many exceptions here, which explains why this part of the post is more my uttering some pent-up frustration (not of the sexual kind), more a conjecture-jest than any serious hypothesis.

Irony and men:

Men I like for their looks (and, I suppose, their personality), include Christian Coulson (at least at most times), Toby Stephens (when dark-haired; not much into gingers), and a younger Jason Isaacs (preferably with long hair). They look like this: (Notice Jason Isaacs’s dashing baddie Luscious Lucius hairstyle; picture of Mr Coulson is a bit disproportionate.)

Apart from dear Lucius - who is obviously blond - all of the above are dark-haired. Jason Isaacs (who portrays Lucius, for those dimwits who either didn’t know or didn’t guess), too, is dark-haired. So we’ve evidently got a tendency towards fancying dark-haired, tall (I know neither of them are very tall in reality, but they look tall on-screen), lean, blue/grey-eyed men. Why, then, is this predisposition not more prominent in “real life”? It’s almost ironic, isn’t it? That on the one hand I’m so persistent, but on the other… Ironic.

Au revoir.

On love (and a lot of other (more inane) topics)

Very deep for a first post, I must say. Alas, thus is my nature - fickle, I suppose - that when I am not waxing sagacious, I am disturbingly shallow and self-centred (exhibitionistic); then again, aren’t we all? Fickle and exhibitionistic, I mean.

In any case, the above has nothing to do with love, or death for that matter. It was merely, shall we say, a little self-introductory-ish.

Have you ever pondered the absurd difference between bonjour et bonne journée? Or bonsoir et bonne soirée for that matter? The distinction in use is by habit instinctual, but still… Odd, isn’t it?

What I was (originally) going to say, was that - according to Diotima (Socrates’s wisest of women in Symposium) Eros is “witness to the urgency of love to procreate and bring forth in beauty” what human beings desire in their lack of it (beauty, virtue, happiness, perfection). By consequence, love is then defined as man’s share in immortality, the things that live on beyond death. Fascinating.

Bon nuit.