Skeptic Zone podcast -- now out. Interview with the wonderful author of Supersense: Why We Believe The 
Unbelievable interview included. Get the show now on iTunes and get the book -- and you better move fast because I think I got one of the last in stock for this week on the UK Amazon site?
Firstly -- check out this WONDERFULLY ironic article about people who Just. Don’t. Get. What. Eurovision. Is. Really. About, and why the new host is just perfect, perfect, perfect: Terry Wogan Raises a Glass of Baileys to ‘rubbish’ Eurovision Song Contest.
Now, back to business:
Dear Readers / Stalkers / Gorgeous Friends I Will See In Person Soon I Hope / People Who Need Me To Respond To More Serious Emails and I’ve Discovered My Forwarding System Isn’t Working, So Bear With Me Please,
I am currently writing up my final work and completing articles for a few publications and completing a disseration / to deal with the ongoing spontaneous dance routines spawned by tunes from the semi-finals of the Eurovision song contest / in order to distract me from growing a beard so I can plait it into my nasal hairs and strum it like a harp / all about exercising on the hula-hoop multi-player version on the Wii-fit with Natalie Portman and you can buy a video of the final product for $49.99.
But seriously, I’m wondering how much sleep I’ll get on the way / who the hell searched my blog for the phrase ‘is Tiffany Day dating anyone?’ -- TWICE / why do birds suddenly appear every time that you’re in fear / who on earth thought it was a good idea to give this woman these lyrics and a drum set…
But I know that when I reach the end of this week, I’ll be busy doing a second workshop on Philosophy for Children / may run riot like that green girl in Star Trek with a portable aquarium so I can drown selected victims with grape cordial / start up a profitable business as a horoscope writer with fortunes like ‘oh, you deserve some chocolate. Go on, have the day off, your chakras will get balanced!’.
I might even have some time to transcribe an interview / dig a big hole at Hyde Park corner in order to sneak into Buckingham Palace grounds disguised as a huge salamander / dress as a leather-clad furry and hang out Amy Winehouse’s flat singing Muse’s greatest hits until she drunkenly flings an asthmatic cat at me.
Therefore, my blogging will be sporadic and I’ll post some back-links for people who check the site out and wish to know more / will a little less rambling than this post, but I really wouldn’t hold your breath because I do have possession of more Monty Python ‘Spamalot’ lyrics than the Surgeon General considers ‘safe’ / probably more YouTube videos of highly inappropriate ‘who I am amused by when watching the Eurovision finals‘ like the following selections:
Ukraine -- Svetlana Loboda with Be my Valentine! (Anti-crisis Girl) …[yes there is a even more worrisome version...]
Germany -- Alex C with Miss Kiss Kiss Bang
Turkey -- Hadise with Dum Tek Tek
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Go Israel!
Okay.
I kept thinking Ukraine was singing something REALLY filthy (kind of like those audio illusions?) and it turns out she’s just singing:
You are sexy – bom
You are so sexy – bom
gonna make me crazy – bom
We’re gonna do the bom bom
Ain’t that amazing – bom
I’m very busy – bom
It’s not so easy – bom
I’m gonna tease you – bom bom
without a reason – bom
I’ll call you on the phone
You speak in monotone
Don’t want to be alone
because I’m crazy – bom
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
On my pride and prejudice
I will just reminisce
These are the things you can’t miss
Come on, give me a kiss
There’s nothing dangerous
I know what’s waiting on us
We’ll keep each other restless
Oh boy, you look impressed
The charm that I possess
Will put you to the test
to satisfy my interest
Come over, be my guest
I’ll show you to my nest
You’re under arrest
The others may be jealous
‘Cause you’re the one who’s blessed
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Oh yeah…
You are sexy – bom
You are sexy – bom
You are, you are, you are sexy – bom
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
Baby, baby you’re so fine
Be my, be my valentine
You are sexy – bom
I really liked the Skeptic Zone episode and have commented on the site. But one question remains unanswered: what is Eurovision really about?
No doubt we’re all familiar with the Rowan Atkinson sketch in which he reveals that Terry Wogan is really an extra terrestrial known as Wogan the Terrible.
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