I share your pain. I may have a celebratory tipple if/when BFS lands on the bones of his arse outside Goodison Park sometime in the next few days. I will have a second if he lands on LFS, the globular little turd.
Surely the whole point of Brexit was to make the UK immediately & irretrievably ineligible for this annual 70s Glam- Sham- Glitter- Tits Out -No Gutter Too Low -Schlock- Horror Fest of so called “song” so called arse licking voting “contest” that somehow manages to make Keith Lemon look like a dinner suited cheroot smoking Omar Fucking Sharif in his hey day ?
This way there be cunts…
AA champions cuntishness in many (But not all) guises. Eurovision being an orgiastic whirlpool of wrong is the finest sequin encrusted cannon fodder going.