Entry for May 12, 2007

I am recovering from my Eurovision party, and a highly entertaining flirtation with the world of high campery it was too.
My favourite moment from this year was after the programme itself. BBC 2 were showing a retrospective of Eurovision songs of years gone by. I appreciate the the term "Best of Eurovision" is an oxymoron, but you get the idea. Anyway, they showed The Brotherhood of Man doing "Save All Your Kisses For Me". At this point there was a lot of shrieking from a few revellers who got up to do the special Brotherhood of Man heel-clicky dance. The one where they tuck their thumbs into their waistbands like cheeky cocknies before they wade into a fight after a Millwall game.
My friend AJ was wearing a cossack outfit (black boots, moustache and red shirt). As if this wasn't embarrassment enough for the lad, he lept to join the Brotherhood of Man action with his girlfriend and another lady guest. However, the girls got distracted by something (make up demonstration? discussion about Brangelina? I don't care), and this left AJ alone on the floor. He continued his little dance in his cossack boots for about half a minute, and then gradually ground to a stop.
"It's a bit gay doing this on your own. I think I'll stop now," said the sad cossack.