From Mark Dawson.
IT was hard to watch the Eurovision Song Contest without a growing sense of schadenfreude.
To see Norway, for many years the butt of ‘nul points’ jokes, wipe the floor with that self-preening and self-appointed Messiah of British music, Andrew Lloyd Webber, was sheer delight.
Lord Lloyd-Webber, who admittedly wrote a few pleasant tunes 30 years ago, may be able still to pull the wool over the ears of some dim-witted Daily Mail readers who see him as some kind of latter-day Mozart, but obviously the generally more culturally aware peoples of Europe can see through it. What joy!
I know that both Graham Norton and Terry Wogan are regarded by many as national treasures (whatever that means), but am I alone in finding their constant patronising drivel masquerading as commentary not quite offensive, but deeply xenophobic?
I’m afraid it’s this type of ‘oh listen to these amusing foreigners trying to speak English’ tabloid-type mentality which makes the British so hated in many parts of Europe, and is probably the reason why so many countries don’t vote for us.
On the other hand, it could be just that our songs are rubbish. Yes, I know, it’s not meant to be taken seriously – I really should get out more.
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