...not very good, but I seem to end up watching it year on out.

Its like watching Royston Vasey on speed.

Oh hang on, the Russian group at least look the part - supermods in black, Robert Palmer addicted to luuuuurve anyone!

Oh jees and now we have the Germans...Germans really really shouldn't sing in their native tongue. Its as melodious and connected as ice cream on toast.

Sorry, but come on be fair, name one really good German song that went mainstream. Apart from 99 red balloons and Kraftwerk stuff.

Heh and now its Serbia. Hang on a minute, is that Joe Pasquale I see before me. Oh no, its a bird. Jesus, what a lot of shit! Serbia, that was really bad.

Ukraine now, prefaced by a moomin playing chess. Hold on - has some3one stuck an acid in my VAT? These Ukranians...I think I need to go out there for a laugh - this mob have a got a sense of humour. High tempo sue pollard sings folk ruski in ice maiden outfit with star on top of cannister. Honestly

Terry Wogan has got a great job. Sits there gets lashed and commentates, a bit like moi I guess.

Oh here we go its the UK..Flyyyying the flaaaaag..what camp nonsense. If they win i'll enage in a collective forfeit.

Romanians now - you know what, we Europeans are a bizarre mix, really we are. Did this mob have a little bet and say, yeah lets see if we can come last! Bizarre! Sounds like eeeny meeny miney mo. Nutters.

Hold on tight, its the Bulgarians now...bird with wind in her hair and a cow down her throat by the sounds of things. Hang on thats a digeridoo. Sheeez, its Draculas bird with a sore throat. Nuff said. Morag hah! Hilarious

Ok, what do these people on here do. Do they gather around in a little huddle and snort and cackle and say ..'yeah lets go on Eurovision and sing like 1st class James Hunts'

Ok, make way for the Turks - fit birds in gold, lead by a short arse ina red jacket who thinks he is George Michael oh hang on, Justin Timberlake even. Utter rubbish, are we gonna get even one good song I wonder?

Next up its...

Armenia! yay! Go menia, go menia, go menia...Oh well perhaps not,its a poorly sung ballad by an ooolio iglazy looky likey.

Fuk sake, but i cant turn it off, Ive gotta stick with it for the duration. Im like that icelandic geezer Magnus kin Magnusson, I started so I'll finnish, no mate ur Icelandic

Ooh its Moldova and its just dawned on me that Ive missed loads, thank god for that!

Moldova, not even gonna comment. More of the same old poo Im afraid. Herein ends my half cut alternative broadcast.

An annual event in Spain designed to draw attention to the thing that is Bullflighting. Its organised by PETA and whilst flicking through the site I found myself going through these bio's of various scantily clad runners all of whom were vegan. All of who were saying stuff about how they like compassionate people and don't hurt animals and all that stuff. Their obvious position is one of, if you are a meat eater then it follows that you must be a discompassionate brute with no sense of care or feeling to your fellow earth sharing creatures.

The point of using sex to push a message aside ( as clever as it is).Did get me thinking to a point of hang on, do I really need to eat meat? Do I ever even stop to think of the food product in between two buns or the chop sitting on my plate with a bit of mustard on, or the rasher of bacon nestled between two slices of mothers pride as the living breathing animal it once was - short answer no! Of course I don't, never have either, why would I even.

For reasons related to what Im about to explore there's this huge disconnect between how it ends up and how it starts out. Ive sat here and asked myself are we carnivores just some group of nasty so and so's who couldn't really give a stuff, or is it just a condtioning thing even brought about by a combination of some traditional marketing onslaught and meat feeding parents.

But then really are we not true carnivores? Isn't that why we have incisors? Look at the mouth of any omnivore then look at its teeth. An omnivores teeth are designed to chew and crush vegetation. Now look at the mouth of a cat or a dog, look at the sharpies, I might be wrong , but I'm pretty sure that they dont have any omnivrous type teeth. We humans on the otherhand happen to house a combination of both kinds of teeth. Is this nature saying to us that we should eat a diet consiting of both, or is it nature saying that we have a choice in the matter, and if we choose to eat meat because it happens to be so in deeply ingrained within our culture and society, then is it really such a terrible thing, and more to the point, should vegans and veggies be adopting some moral point of superiority over us? I think not, but I accept their right to choose too.

I knew veggies in school when I was a kid. They were invariably middle class kids whose parents lived in Hampstead and Highgate who were of hippy lineage and burnt josh sticks and wore colourful looking kaftans with plaited hair and bad smelling anti deodorants. Those negatives aside, they looked ok on their diets of grass and lentils. Hardly malnourished or looking like they were in need of a big pie or anything. Yeah generally, the ones I encountered and have since even, have been peace loving , nice people. Which kinda got me thinking about why can't we all be like them, not in any dress scruffy, smelly house, weirded out philosophical sense no, what I'm getting at is why can't us carnivores look at things the way they seem to do and feel that same level of repulsion. Are we in some way brutal? Why is it we can stroke our pussies and pet our dogs and love our fluffy rabbits, yet not bat an eyelid at the thought of some fluffly little lamb or some doeful looking calf being popped into the oven with some roast spuds?

Genuinely puzzled and um, off to book me a ticket to check it out 1st hand

I woke up today and said to meself, Im gonna do a little blog on something, knock up a bit of brekkie and think about what else I'll do after that.

Come the event of course, I find myself saying hmmn what shall I talk about? What am I going to write about! What do I WANT to write about even, and then just spend the next however long scrabbling about doing a bit of flicking through the tv , listening to the radio, scanning across a few blogs in search of that inspiration only to think, nah whats the point its all been said already, why do I really want to add anything to *that* mix, who'd care even, cobblers park it, I can't summon the enthusiasm.

So I whacked on my new Kings of Leon CD and bounced round the house like a big nutter, arms a jigging, head rocking as I threw sausages and bacon into the pan buttered some nice wholemeal organic bread, threw it all on the plate with a dollop of brown horse that rocks, nice cup of fresh coffee yum, it was damn tasty.

Sitting there oblivious to everything else as the scream of 'waaah she's such a charmer, oh no' banged out full bass through the speakers. If the phone had rang I wouldn't of heard it - for all I knew the world might have stopped turning, I wouldn't have known - I was too busy lost in my head banging, in bliss at the thought I haven't got to do nish. No kids, no obligations, no nothing just me and what I want to do.

Sometimes you gotta hold on to those thoughts and realise them for the privledge that they are. Seriously, lots of people don't have these luxuries. They have to get up and deal with young kids, or care for an elderley relative, or go out to a shitty job and work shitty hours for some obnoxious arse somewhere - I know see, been there done it. Others are even less fortunate, dependant upon someone else to get them out of bed or wipe their arses even.

Strange innit really, shit is good! Othe peoples and our own too, cos it helps us appreciate what we have and what really matters. For me today what really matters is my recognition of my own personal happiness and self determination. As paradoxical as it sounds and contradictory even, we actually need a degree of rubbsih in our life. We need struggle a little. if everything is too easy and handed to us on a plate then we stullify and shrink, we end up with all manner of superficialities and expectations. Go look at any spoilt little brat out there today and you'll find an example of what non struggle can do to a persons spirit.

I'm reminded that The Road Less Travelled is a great book for this sort of stuff. If you ever read it you'll get what I'm saying and might even be sitting there nodding saying, 'yeah hear dat bro, dat book is wicked innit' I read it a while back  at a time when I was kinda phuct really. I didn't think it was possible for words on a page to have an ability to slap me in the chops and really get me thinking about where I was and perhaps why I was there even. It taught me that there is a way of looking at things, and that like it or not, we all have a choice in deciding how we deal with scenarios and events in our lives. We can look at that catastrophe to befall us as a truly awful thing and risk drowning in a sea of self absorption or we can do our grieve bit and ask ourselves the question of now, what the fuck was I supposed to learn from that, and try and see the value within.

Anyways, theres a little lesson for me today - appreciate what you have and lap it up and enjoy it for what it is, cos the only guarantees in life is that nothing is guaranteed and its certainly gonna throw you a few more curveballs along the way.