Articles tagged with: Spain
Eurovision 2009: Slovenia & Spain
This is it! This is actually it! This is actually Eurovision week. Finally. Finally. You'll be bored of these reminders by Saturday, but don't forget that we're liveblogging the Eurovision Song Contest this weekend, right here. We're doing it because we love you. And you love us too, right? You love us enough to stay in and comment on the liveblog, right? Because lord knows that we're pathetic enough for doing it in the first place. We don't want to be doing it alone. Here are the Eurovision 2009 profiles for Quartissimo and Martina Majerle from Slovenia and Soraya Arnelas from Spain...
This is it! This is actually it! This is actually Eurovision week. Finally. Finally. You'll be bored of these reminders by Saturday, but don't forget that we're liveblogging the Eurovision Song Contest this weekend, right here. We're doing it because we love you. And you love us too, right? You love us enough to stay in and comment on the liveblog, right? Because lord knows that we're pathetic enough for doing it in the first place. We don't want to be doing it alone. Here are the Eurovision 2009 profiles for Quartissimo and Martina Majerle from Slovenia and Soraya Arnelas from Spain...
Eurovision Betting Odds: Rodolfo Chikilicuatre, Spain
What's that, there in the distance? Why, it's some Eurovision betting odds. Ah, here they are now. But before we get to the good stuff, we've got the daily Eurovision rehearsal rundowns to get through. What have they taught us this time? That the Portuguese woman sometimes doesn't wear shoes, that the Maltese woman has a black and silver theme and that... no, we've already told you too much. Here are the Eurovision betting odds for Spain, with help from Paddy Power...
What's that, there in the distance? Why, it's some Eurovision betting odds. Ah, here they are now. But before we get to the good stuff, we've got the daily Eurovision rehearsal rundowns to get through. What have they taught us this time? That the Portuguese woman sometimes doesn't wear shoes, that the Maltese woman has a black and silver theme and that... no, we've already told you too much. Here are the Eurovision betting odds for Spain, with help from Paddy Power...
Cliff Richard’s Eurovision Hobbled By Fascists
No, really. Actual fascists. Cliff Richard would have won Eurovision in 1968 if it weren't for those darn fascists. Really. A documentary was aired on Spanish TV last night claiming that Cliff Richard was the rightful winner of the 1968 Eurovision Song Contest in London, but General Franco's fascist regime rigged the vote in Spain's favour. These are just claims, of course, and we have no reason to believe that they're true - firstly because if you can't trust an all-powerful unblinking facist dictatorship then who can you trust, and secondly because Cliff Richard is going to be really sodding unbearable once he finds out about it.
No, really. Actual fascists. Cliff Richard would have won Eurovision in 1968 if it weren't for those darn fascists. Really. A documentary was aired on Spanish TV last night claiming that Cliff Richard was the rightful winner of the 1968 Eurovision Song Contest in London, but General Franco's fascist regime rigged the vote in Spain's favour. These are just claims, of course, and we have no reason to believe that they're true - firstly because if you can't trust an all-powerful unblinking facist dictatorship then who can you trust, and secondly because Cliff Richard is going to be really sodding unbearable once he finds out about it.
Debbie Gibson Stalker Gets Lost In Her Restraining Order
Hello, and welcome to another hecklerspray. What's that? Sorry, but we couldn't quite hear you. It's probably because we're blasting Electric Youth, track 7 of Debbie Gibson's critically acclaimed second album, also entitled Electric Youth. We realise most people might think it's entirely too loud, but loud is the only way to listen to such an incredible talent. Allow us, if you will, to reach past our 8.5x11 full-colour glossy autographed copy of a Debbie Gibson 2003 head shot, past our recently acquired eBay-sandwich bag full of Debbie Gibson hair and soap scrapings, and past the finely stitched velveteen pillow delicately covered in rose petals and lip-shaped chap stick smudges, to turn down the volume. That's for Debbie. The pillow is for Debbie. What's that? You didn't know any of us Deb-heads still existed? You may be surprised to know, then, that there are enough of us to almost literally fill the convention room of the Renaissance Inn down in Oklahoma City. One such fan even stalked her recently - followed her all the way to her hotel room. She did not appreciate this at all.
Hello, and welcome to another hecklerspray. What's that? Sorry, but we couldn't quite hear you. It's probably because we're blasting Electric Youth, track 7 of Debbie Gibson's critically acclaimed second album, also entitled Electric Youth. We realise most people might think it's entirely too loud, but loud is the only way to listen to such an incredible talent. Allow us, if you will, to reach past our 8.5x11 full-colour glossy autographed copy of a Debbie Gibson 2003 head shot, past our recently acquired eBay-sandwich bag full of Debbie Gibson hair and soap scrapings, and past the finely stitched velveteen pillow delicately covered in rose petals and lip-shaped chap stick smudges, to turn down the volume. That's for Debbie. The pillow is for Debbie. What's that? You didn't know any of us Deb-heads still existed? You may be surprised to know, then, that there are enough of us to almost literally fill the convention room of the Renaissance Inn down in Oklahoma City. One such fan even stalked her recently - followed her all the way to her hotel room. She did not appreciate this at all.
