European Song Contest.
Our entry: a dreadful song presented to the audiences throughout the world by an overweight, grubby looking, hirsute , unwashed individual.
We will be lucky to come last.
Heh. I don't think he's unwashed Sqad. And seems like a nice lad.
But I think what's happened is that we've done so badly in latter years that we now send something rubbish so that we can laugh when we come last and pretend that it's all a joke to us anyway. Because obviously we are far superior to the rest anyway.