Yes, it’s that time of year.
Tomorrow, the Eurovision Song Contest Starts. Or, as I like to think of it. The Gay Hajj.
Like the Hajj, it involves going to countries you’ve never ordinarily been anywhere near, enduring hours of tedium in the hope of a religious ecstacy / handjob from a Moldovan backing dancer and potentially lethal crowd control issues.
Unlike the Hajj, this one comes with it’s own Drinking Game.
I’ve practiced this one for several years, and hospitalised several of my friends – who would have voted for Bosnia, so fuck ‘em – in the process, so here you go:
Derek’s Eurovision Drinking Game
Line em up, folks….