Eurovision Song Contest 2013

Watched the song contest with daughter precious and husband, supported by a bottle of excellent red wine and a dish of pistachios. Five songs later a bellyache of epic proportions caused by the unintentional hilarity of the participants made me skip the rest of the troubadour tournament in favour of the wine, while my daughter showed staedfastness and stayed up to the very end. At this point of time I was already in bed, having merrily given my twelve points to the wine already well before the real voting started.  Now the problem sets in: daughter mine is warbling away two songs of the contest, one of them a glorification of alcohol, the other one the Romanian contribution, sung by what the commentator called the Carpathians´ castrato, meaning daughter is singing very dramatically and on the upper end of the human voice range, driving me up the wall. On some days I wonder if this pain in the backside really is my daughter. Maybe someone in hospital has muddled up the babies?

Never again!

Dear Mr.Jackson

It is with great regret that I had to ackknowledge that yours was the last filming of Tolkien´s literary remains. Great regret, because it was your way of twisting Tolkien´s Hobbit, a charming children´s book, into a robber story of epic proportions. It is no wonder that Tolkien´s heir and custodian of his literary etate finally applied the emergency brake and forbid further mutilation of his father´s work. What got my hackles up was the way you delivered this fact to your fans in your blog. So each and every believes that you had terminated the filming of your own accord. That, Mr. Jackson, is a lie. You are officially prohibited murdering Mr. Tolkien´s books, and so are all the other director´s, at least as long as Christopher Tolkien is alive and well. Now I will never be able to watch the Great stories of the Silmarillion on-screen, plus I will never become acquainted with Mr. Glorfindel. Well done, Mr. Jackson!
                                                                         
Yours sincerely,
Mrs.Noadvertising