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Saturday morning saw Mendi and I rushing about to make breakfast for our Dutch guests and make some progress on getting ready to go away for the weekend. However, we both decided that rushing was a very bad idea and so once I’d taken Mel and Mendi into Oakham we went back to bed and had a very lazy day. The plans we had made to go shopping and car browsing in Leicester sort of got forgotten and we only left home at 17.00 for the 2 hour drive to our hosts for the Eurovision Song Contest Party.
Our costumes and contributions of food and drink were well received:
Mendi (Ukraine)
Gypsy skirt, white blouse, big earrings, embroidered cap, embroidered apron. Vodka, mini-Kievs, more vodka
Mel (Belgium)
Black trousers, red shirt, yellow tie (Colours of Belgian Flag), Chips (Fries), mayonnaise, beer, chocolates, more beer
There were only 20 people there and so some nations were unclaimed and so Alexi and Ivan begged some money off Mendi and bought Russia and Turkey respectively. Alexi was convinced that Russia would win and even came shivering out of the swimming pool to watch Tatu’s mediocre performance. We drank, laughed and harangued our way through the 26 performances. Pausing to ask, “What the fuck?” for more than a few entries, especially Austria! We cringed at the UK’s performance (was there a tune there? Because Jemini couldn’t find it!) and howled at Lord Terry's ascerbic comments about all and sundry.
And then came the voting and the serious drinking with everyone being compelled to take a drink when their country received any points. Our hosts had the UK and Malta, but still managed to get reasonably potted – rule breaking was to blame! Mendi’s beloved Olexander (Ukrainian entry) was obviously too good to receive appropriate recognition, but Mendi seemed to manage reasonably well with the booze by interpreting a drink to mean half a jug of Sex on the Beach!
The evening wore on and the voting drew to its climax with Alexi, Ivan and I occupying the top three positions and the three seats closest to the heater. (The event was being held outside in a tent with the show being projected onto the wall of the house!). Ivan made much of receiving his trophy, but more of the pot of cash! With the celebrations completed Mendi and I got down to the serious business of flirting, but unfortunately I rolled a Dinosaur Killer of Mexican Rice which seemed to reduce many of the participants to giggling wrecks (can herbal substances mature?). Some minutes later we found Mendi stuck halfway up the stairs looking at the textured ceiling and seeing lots of pretty patterns – 6 glasses of water later I poured her into bed and joined her – zzzzz hic zzzzz
Our costumes and contributions of food and drink were well received:
Mendi (Ukraine)
Gypsy skirt, white blouse, big earrings, embroidered cap, embroidered apron. Vodka, mini-Kievs, more vodka
Mel (Belgium)
Black trousers, red shirt, yellow tie (Colours of Belgian Flag), Chips (Fries), mayonnaise, beer, chocolates, more beer
There were only 20 people there and so some nations were unclaimed and so Alexi and Ivan begged some money off Mendi and bought Russia and Turkey respectively. Alexi was convinced that Russia would win and even came shivering out of the swimming pool to watch Tatu’s mediocre performance. We drank, laughed and harangued our way through the 26 performances. Pausing to ask, “What the fuck?” for more than a few entries, especially Austria! We cringed at the UK’s performance (was there a tune there? Because Jemini couldn’t find it!) and howled at Lord Terry's ascerbic comments about all and sundry.
And then came the voting and the serious drinking with everyone being compelled to take a drink when their country received any points. Our hosts had the UK and Malta, but still managed to get reasonably potted – rule breaking was to blame! Mendi’s beloved Olexander (Ukrainian entry) was obviously too good to receive appropriate recognition, but Mendi seemed to manage reasonably well with the booze by interpreting a drink to mean half a jug of Sex on the Beach!
The evening wore on and the voting drew to its climax with Alexi, Ivan and I occupying the top three positions and the three seats closest to the heater. (The event was being held outside in a tent with the show being projected onto the wall of the house!). Ivan made much of receiving his trophy, but more of the pot of cash! With the celebrations completed Mendi and I got down to the serious business of flirting, but unfortunately I rolled a Dinosaur Killer of Mexican Rice which seemed to reduce many of the participants to giggling wrecks (can herbal substances mature?). Some minutes later we found Mendi stuck halfway up the stairs looking at the textured ceiling and seeing lots of pretty patterns – 6 glasses of water later I poured her into bed and joined her – zzzzz hic zzzzz
