On and on...

...about the Eurovision Songcontest...

"You are posessed by the opposite of paranoia.
You live in the illusion that everybody
likes you..."

- Quote from a Woody Allen movie.

Moldovian Band "Boonika bate doba" "Grandmamma beats the drum-a"

Opinion: ...Maybe - just maybe - the retrospective selfirony of the columnist on the backpage of today´s Fréttablaðið-newspaper on behalf of the Icelandic nation and it´s superb morale on the issue of the big event of the Eurovisione, like all other great issues, is right...

"What went wrong?
CAN IT REALLY BE THAT IT WAS SIMPLY OUR SONG THAT WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH?
NO, we cannot for a moment allow ourselves to think so!

... If it was not the singing, the dancing, the costumes, the filming, the East-European tastes...

...maybe it was just that the hot dog vendor in Bratislava, the gay hairdresser in Baden-Baden and all the other people that went to the telephone - yeah, it must be said - in enthralled stupidity and voted in this huge contest didn´t like our song, didn´t care about Iceland or hadn´t even heard about it!

Scandalous taste, of course, but if those people prefer to vote in favour of the ethnic drumming, the fact remains that in Iceland a lot of grills (for the Euro-parties) and television sets got sold, but nobody had any of these for free, as promised if Selma would win.

So the winners this time, like always, are the merchants. Huh!"

...and I think we will all watch the grand Finale tonight, even though it will be with a great deal less enthusiasm than before, when we still though Selma had every chance of getting there.