Twinkle, twinkle little star. How we wonder WHERE you are.
Here we are giving you some of the hottest men of Eurovision. They are sexy, shiny, twinkly, funny and just so damn nice. But why won’t we give you Didrik, you might ask. Well certainly because Alexander Stenerud is a better Norwegian option. But also because, honestly, we don’t know where Didrik is. And neither does the majority of the Norwegian press.
What goes around, wins around. That’s the sentence of truth for most artists, and perhaps even more so for Eurovision participants. Most of them travel around Europe for months before the finals presenting themselves and getting to know their thereby rapidly growing group of fans. All the while Didrik stays at home mending his cars, talking to the local newspaper of 200 readers and being grumpy on his own blog. He’s just mad at journalists for being interested and trash-talking his buddy, last years winner Alexander Rybak, to anyone who cares to listen. And his management is busy telling people Didrik is too busy to talk to them before the finals. The only thing our Eurovision star is doing in the media, it seems, is trying to pick up the Swedish contestant. 1-0 to Sweden and a lot of embarrassment to Didrik there.
So no Didrik for us and no Didrik for you. He had such a good starting point as Europe was getting acquainted with the charming young boys of Norway. He certainly represents both the looks and the fit bodies we love. Paired up with his confident flirtations with the camera what could have gone wrong? His hard was ours, for crying out loud. Yes, all the wet panties of Europe could have voted for Didrik’s shiny eyes, but as he disappeared into the inner woods of Telemark, the fans probably turned to Harel Skaat instead. We do not blame them for a second. Because so do we. Watch out next week.
Our hard verdict:
This is so soft we can’t even see it. A little twinkling of the eye to the big camera doesn’t help much when Israel is on in every channel. Plus if Didrik actually have time to show up for the finals. Minus for just about everything else, including the lame website of typos someone decided to throw in our face a month before the final and Didrik’s grumpy attitude. Shame on you, Didrik. You are not our winner after all. But hey, best of luck.
There is really nothing more to say about this sad, little fellow.