Euroshame...but, hey, it's my birthday!
We had knitting gingerbread bread courtesy of the lovely Roy, and pearly cupcakes lovingly prepared by Gerard:
Some of us made pom-poms:
...and there was even a semi-naked hula-hooper!
We all had a good night, but it would seem everyone else loves their mum too much! So, it was a little disappointing not to see so many of our knitters along there, and even more so with some unforseen technical problems. But nothing this weekend (or maybe ever) could be as disappointing as this sorry bunch of ?&*!$:
Oh, the shame. I know it's slightly ridiculous to be getting this worked up over the Eurovision Song Contest, I know there are bigger things in the world to be concerned about, but when it gets to the stage that the "Great British Public" vote for these goons to represent the country then I just despair! It's about 10 years out-of-date, embarassingly kitsch in a not-even-so-bad-it's-good-just-really-bad kind of way, with some 'tongue in cheek' innuendo for the mums and dads, a terrible dance routine, and four people who really are old enough to know better, especially the fat one who can't dance anymore. And that one second from the left, don't you just want to punch his lights out? Don't you?? As you can probably tell, this has touched a nerve somewhat. Come back Cliff, we forgive you.