And They're Off...

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Not Julie and Ludwig, Linda Martin's farts or the individual fruit trifles at the back of my fridge. But this:

http://euroviisut.yle.fi/osallistujat

It's about time someone made a start. Only the best part of eight months left after all. Christmas cards in June, Eurovision songs in October-it's all differerent from when I were a lad. I feel a bit car sick, excited but car sick.

Here we go...

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