Me and my sister knew perfectly well it could not be true. Our angst at this travesty of a result led to tears before bedtime in our household. My sister (aged 6 at the time, though faced with a similar miscarriage of justice would be likely to do the same today) had to be restrained from kicking the television in.
Yes, even then we KNEW that Cliff only coming second in Eurovision had to be a fix.
Congratulations Sir Cliff on a belated moral victory.
Poetry
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Tuol Sleng
Your screams are in the walls
Lightly, I run my fingers upon them
And feel the texture of your fear
The sharpness of your pain
- keening.
Yo...
16 hours ago
1 comment:
As long as he sings it live, in celebration, to middle England, that invades Wimbledon each summer for some tennis tournament. somehow they're made for each other...
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