Mmmmmmm, an hour on my skin is still tingling like it hasn't tingled in far too long. All that warmth and slippery wetness is still vivid in my mind, brought back with every prickle of a nerve ending. I feel a sense of deep spiritual cleansing, refreshing and reawakening.
Can't actually tell you if it genuinely feels like being caught naked in a hail storm of mint imperials like it says on the bottle, but I can say I'm really liking my new Original Source Mint and Tea Tree shower gel. I'd say it's better than sex, but memory's failing me on the comparison.
Eurovision has gone a bit emo imo, but also descended into pure cheese, which is good. However, I have no idea how the winning act won. My pick of the Eurovision entries:
Ukraine. How did they not win? Transvestite in tinfoil and vaguely nazi-fetish dancers who were shiny? It's Super Mario Land on a fuckload of acid.
France. Because this is what Marti Pellow is doing now, they didn't sing entirely in French, they were pink and one of them had a dead cat around his neck. Shame I can't find vid of the live act, because the pinkness and cat-ness needs to be appreciated. Have a
pic instead.
Germany. Because it swung.
Sweden. It's glam-goth meets Status Quo. Look, just don't argue. I like the song, and his shiny nipple-protector.
Er, this. For the comedy value. And because you shall all have it on the brain muahaha.
Kind of disappointed with
Finland, bit too Amy Winehouse sings Evanescence. But hey, for nostalgia's sake, have
this. I'm guessing they don't like cheerleaders then. Oh,
this rocks slightly more.
AJ