There's news and there's news

I could blog about how, after yesterday's word-of-the-day spookiness, I found myself engaging in omphalaskepsis - literally considering my over-protruding navel, when the word of the day happened to be equivalent to "chubby", but word-of-the-day posts are, like, sooo last century .

So, today we're talking about Eurovision - that thing that everyone pretends to disdain, that confuses American's because they've never heard of it, Europeans because there are some very non-EU contries in there (Russia?!), and that seemed poised to fade into obscurity as a cesspit of cheezy Eurodance and reality-tv voting mechanisms until Finnish hard rock act à la KISS blew the formulas away last year, for Finlands first win? With me?
***NEWSFLASH***

It seems the Irish, after nearly running the country into the ground winning, and then having to host the feckin' thing repeatedly in the (pre-boom) 90s, have decided to take a serious crack at it again, by poaching Finnish talent. Here at FiF we've discovered that one of the final four potential entries is written by one Matti Kallio, of Helsinki. Appropriately pictured here (second from left) in an Irish bar in Helsinki. Dun dun duuuuuun!

***RIVALRY***
Digging deeper (oh we dig right down into the dregs of the net for you), it seems one of the other entrants is written by a Swede, Stig Lindell. We'll keep you posted on this battle of the arch-rivals Sweden and Finland as it progresses - will it be like the Olympics Ice-Hockey, with the Swede eking out the Finn, or will it be like... erm... or will it be the other way around. More news when if happens.

Incidentally, if you're wondering why the Eurovision always sounds the feckin' same - old Stig has had entries for Norway and Iceland in years past. I wonder if it comes down to the same 25 songwriters year after year? Sure sounds that way.

I think I pledged here before to give the DRM thing a rest, so I'll just link to this, and this, and say nothing. I consider the promise bended but unbroken.