The Airportline: Observations

The airportline promised himself and his surroundings that he would not, under any circumstances, watch the Eurovision Song Contest. Several party invitations was declined in order to not turn myself in to a complaining asshole. Instead I played the final floorball game of the season and the Dutch people in the team were disappointed because they didn't make it to the final. I said I hadn't even heard the Swedish song. Now I wish that would still be the case. As I have no interest in contrbibuting to the media storm which surrounds this tragic event I will recite a textmessage which I sent to our Prague correspondent last night:

I'm going for Molvova, balkan music on crack has never sounded better! I'm also ashamed of watching this.