I only caught a glimpse of last night's Eurovision qualifiers: there was a mere fifteen minute widow between a very sweaty Zumba fest and the new series of The Apprentice, which, while I'm at it, was disappointing carbon copy of last series' first episode in which shoddy sausages were swapped for "vegatables"), but it was enough... Georgia's cyber warbling/rapping effort was almost as painful as Marty 'God Bless' Whelan sounding like he was reporting from the trenches via a wind up telecommunication device. He was chipper nonetheless. I doubt he knew just how dire it was.
I've since been informed that Georgia was one of the ten acts to get through to Saturday's final, so we'll get to see them perform again. Super. Also reappearing on Saturday: Azerbaijan, the little smiley fellah from Finland, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Lithuania, Russia, Serbia and Switzerland. So that means Albania, Armenia, Croatia, Malta, Norway, Poland, Portugal, San Marino and Turkey got the boot.
Being a masochist, I've volunteered myself to Tweet (twitter.com/EntertainmentIE) throughout Thursday night's semier - well, it is the one we can participate in voting wise, and who doesn't want to see Jedward leaping about like lithe Labrador pups in sequined blazers while representing the nation? They've already won over the German press so, hopefully, if they go on to win the thing for us, they can coerce Angela Merkel into funding our hosting efforts next year. Otherwise it'll be Marty mumbling into a homemade megaphone while Jedward relentlessly run in a hamster wheel to generate enough power to light a small paddock in the RDS. Then all we'd need are some shticks to hold up a make shift marquee, one of those minature revolving disco balls they were selling in Dunnes and Tubs to Intermittently fart out some dry ice.
This leads us to the inevitable - and "not at all jumping the gun at all at all" - question: if we did win, who would host?