Connecting the electrodes of queer wisdom to the nipples of bigotry and ignorance.
May 24, 2005
Nu Zild: nil points
Living in the colonial outpost at the arse end of the world is fun, but it has one big disappointing disadvantage: no Eurovision Song Contest on local (or even satellite) TV. All we could do was watch online (with my dire dial up connection? I don't think so) or read witty commentaries on the main event in a Euro gayboy's calendar.