Irish turkey writes own lame headlines

Oh Eurovision semifinals, you so crazy! Big, fritzy hair was a recurring theme; that and charming just-woke-up tousling. Some truly dire costuming decisions, as always, and at least two head-asploding horrors were visited upon innocent viewers. Thank what meagre spark of compassion flickered to life in Europe's voting public, I don't have to watch that -ing turkey sock-puppet again.

I will totally be watching the finals to see that shimmy again, Armenia ;).

Two more nights of crack-filled campy goodness to go!