Puha! After a few uncomfortable questions from Mossad about things such as what the actual f… made us cheer for Estonia all of a sudden, the exact position of Victor’s very interesting scarf at this moment, whether Gaza is Israel or… and why we haven’t helped recruiting members for Benjamin’s very empty government among the Eurovision fans, we made it out of our gated community also known as Israel and can fire up our freedom of press again and go back to wearing cotton.
Continue readingAs we wake up to Eurovision’s last day, we felt a bit like Duncan after an encounter with a group of Wiwiboys, see illustration:
We’ve experienced yet another 24 hours of greatness, but are also a little tired after 7 days of no sleep, lots of vodka shots, profound shouting along to the artists’ performances in EuroClub, constantly being interviewed by media in various countries and actually doing our work as journalists for this website and the international media outlet of Namdalsavisa. Then again, it hit us that Victor Crone has been here for 16 days, and in addition to all of the above, he’s been rehearsing and serving us alcohol. What a stamina those PartySwedes have! Then they also have stand-in holograms, come to think of it.
Continue readingSince we got up really early this morning to go to Jerusalem for lunch, we are a bit late in our reporting. But to those of you who think we’ve gone missing (hi, mum), we can ensure you we did survive yet another 24 hours of music, booze and insomnia. Here’s what happened yesterday. We think.
Great. So we woke up after yet another night of vodka shots and five minutes of sleep. And we figure Victor speaks for all of us when he shows us how that feels:
So, yesterday was fabulous. We started off spending a little fortune on making a Ukrainian woman match our nails to our dresses only to remember that we have seven days of new dresses left before we leave. Next year, let’s hope a cheap country hosts. Go Albania!
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So, yesterday was great. We arrived in Tel Aviv, barely escaped the bloke in the ESC information booth at the airport after around 30 minutes of tips on how to gain weight while visiting and jumped into a cab for our apartment, which is ONLY 5 MINUTES walk from our office…we mean EuroClub. Then headed straight for the Nordic party at said office, where Morten our life saver was ready with our press passes so we could spend the next two hours ignoring all the attention-seeking artists around us in order to do our job properly, meaning grabbing as much free booze as possible.
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As Tel Aviv extravaganza is rapidly approaching, it is time to start upping our party mode, drape ourselves in polyester and get ready to take in all the glam, glitter, madness, drama and vodka shots that tend to go with. What better, then, than to join the utter fabulous Queentastic’s Eurovision show in Oslo’s Elsker?
Continue readingOur time in Lisbon is starting to get a little blurry and most of the time we can’t remember which day it is. So here’s a recap of what went down during the last two days.
So, surprise, surprise, yesterday was also fun:
We woke up in sunny Mouraria, our new favourite part of Lisbon, apart from when the church bells are ringing. We worked real hard at our regular jobs for a few hours, while playing Philip Kirkorov’s “disco partisani” on repeat. Then we went to Metropolitana Music school, where Alexander Rybak was teaching the Eurovision stars of tomorrow to smile while playing. We figured he should have had a class for several of the Eurovision stars of today also. Like Netta or the Armenian bloke. Continue reading
So last nigh was fun! We hit the ground running and managed to pop by the press center and pretend to by journalists, catch up on the latest gossip and stalk a couple of the artists for a selfie within a couple hours on Portuguese soil. We are getting so old we have basically realized we don’t have any time left to waste. Continue reading