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People of United Kingom. Please, please take the choice that you have to make this evening seriously. Today it is all too easy to lose hope. It is all too easy to feel powerless: wars, disease, financial meltdown (and in choosing the song that the UK will send to Eurovision). But tonight, you can make a difference. The very future of the United Kingdom at the Eurovision Song Contest is in your hands. After the BBC has apparantly thrown everything they can to turn UK fortunes around, if the act you choose tonight goes onto bomb in Moscow the only way is out. We can't turn back time, we can't undo Gemini, Scooch Andy Abrahams but tonight you can put some of that wrong right if you only STOP THE TWINS! The production team are doing what they can making the twins perform 'The Promise' again, which was not their best and having Jade repeat the performance of the series 'Deja Vu'. ALW is doing his best, appearing with Jade and her family in The Sun (how exactly do

I just have to share this with someone. Anyone. Surely one of the best treatments for depression ever known, this clip is better than Prozac. Stay with it for the full 3 minutes as it just keeps getting better!

Even through the botox, Lulu is obviously hating having Boom-bang-a-bang shoved in her face in the opening. Great. Mark : First performance : dancing is acceptable but he has all the sex appeal of Andy Peters. Second performance : Tim Vincent with the sincerity of a used cars salesman. If you don't want to talk about it would you mind not singing about it either? The Twins : Danger! Danger! (medium to low voltage). After having murdered 'The Promise' by Girls Aloud last week and given a seriously lacklustre performance of Sugababes' 'About You Now' they give a cheese dripping but convincing performance of Everly Brothers 'Dream' that (I hate to say) comes out on right side of the cute/creepy divide. 'Outraged in Tumbridge Wells' will LAP this up. One thing is certain: if the twins go to Moscow it will end in tears. Jade: Has not managed to recapture the magic of her first week. Not pitch perfect tonight (or "a little bit pitchy for me&qu

Saturday, mid-January 2009. Danni, an Australian living in London finds herself alone and lonely. To chase away the winter blues she resolves to host a dinner party. After having spent every Saturday night in the months running up to Christmas with three of her closest friends, she is looking forward to them coming over to fill up her empty room. Louis: Danni the meat in that main course was superb. It reminded me of the look that Nikki French was going for in Euro2000. Danni: Thanks Louis, that means so much. So guys thanks for coming. What have you been up to since we finished up? Simon: Not watching Saturday night television anyway. It has been abysmal since we vacated the schedules. Cheryl: I’ve had a wee look at that “Your Country Needs You” on BBC1. Simon: Case in point. That botoxed bastard was back from the dead and on the judging panel for the first week. Danni: Sharon Osbourne? Simon: No, Arlene Philips. Danni: A long way from the glory days of Olivia Newton John and

Kiruna, 8th of March 2008, The Day the Music Died. It is only now, almost a year later that I am able to face this blog again. The painful memories are finally dimming. I have been through it over and over in my head over the last 10 months. I have made so many attempts to understand why the Swedish nation sent Carola (and Andreas) out of Melodifestivalen, but the truth is we may never know the reason why. She is not the first great figure to have been betrayed by her people (see Julius Caesar, Jesus, Margaret Thatcher). The music died. This blog has been frozen. But the world went on. Eurovision 2008 came and went, as did Wogan, global financial meltdown happened and countries even began their selections for the 2009 Contest. But STILL it didn’t feel right to leave the period of mourning. I was contemplating completely avoiding the 2009 Eurovision cycle* to see what else life had to offer. And then, just before Christmas, a sign. The great one addresses her fallen acolytes: This intim