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IT'S that time of year again, when young hopefuls don their most sequined of outfits and step up to represent their country in our favourite internationally televised embarrassment since the Gulf War -The Eurovision Song Contest.
Last year's show -at least, the parts I failed to sleep through - offered a parade of cringe worthy "star" performances from wailing big-haired divas and gyrating idiots wearing a startling amount of studded leather,and the barely restrained laughter of stalwart Terry Wogan was enough to crush the enthusiasm of even the most diehard Eurovision fan. Why,I kept asking myself,do we take part in this back-scratching fiasco?After all,let us not kid ourselves -it cannot be a coincidence that neighbouring countries just happen to think that each other's musical offerings are the best thing since sliced bread.See the full content of this document
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This year our representative will be one James Fox,failed contestant of BBC's Fame Academy,and no...
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