I’m totally burning with pride over the Eurovision organisation. To the extent where I may be able to force myself to sit through more than half a song before grabbing the remote and screaming “NO MOOOOORRE”, then switching to the qualifying laps of the F1. Which interests me no more than the Eurovision but sounds better.

But they actually stood by Israel when Spain, Ireland, Belgium and a few other worthless nations, like Slovenia, felt that they ‘couldn’t share a platform’ with anything ‘Israel’. Not with their songs, not with their singers, nothing. These are nations for whom taking a stance and making a statement, AND backing up that statement with positive action, ie boycotting the Eurovision!!!, is a moral imperative.

Those proud nations are prepared to polticise a musical event, itself almost a crime, in order to engage in virtue-signalling ignorance-of-the-facts to a degree of self-sacrifice from this wonderful event. And this is such a noble act that to the governments of Spain, Ireland and all those other principled and worthy nations, I’d just like to say: FUCK OFF THEN!! NO-ONE WILL MISS YOU.

So that’s Eurovision sorted, though you feel, ‘this ain’t the end of it’, now we need to concentrate on the World Cup. Next year. Strictly speaking it’s in ‘Canada, Mexico and the USA’. But in reality it’s ‘America. Oh, with Canada and Mexico as well’.

As was shown yesterday when FIFA, the world’s (most hated and institutionally corrupt) football chiefs, presented the world’s first ever ‘Peace Prize’. What the fuck does that even mean? Peace in football? If it’s for ‘world peace’ (slight gag reflex there) then again, that is politicising football. And to give that award to Donald J. Trump is simply sucking-up of the worst possible variety. Sickening sycophancy. And more politics.

But never mind ‘the Trump show’, the 47th ‘proudest moment of my life’ this year when he received the honour. We then have the football. To be played across three nations who span a continent. I don’t know how far it is from Montreal to Mexico City, but it’s a four-figure number. It’s a ‘take a plane’ number. And that, coupled with FIFA’s quite ridiculous system of ‘dynamic pricing’ for the re-selling of tickets, this is not going to be a World Cup for the ‘working man’. It’ll be for corporates, as some re-sold tickets will fetch over $50,000. Of which, FIFA takes a massive slice. The touts are dead; long live the touts!!! It used to be a dodgy guy in a sheepskin coat flogging tickets for rip-off prices, but now that’s gone ‘corporate’ and ‘digital’ and FIFA have become the new Stan Flashman.

I’m not going anyway but seriously…

Happy Saturday, from a train bound for Edinburgh.

A xxxx