Wasn't the video for the magnificent You Have Killed Me (mentioned in dispatches here) set in a 70s Eurovision contest? Perhaps he was trying to tell us something...
Still disturbed by such a great poet entering the cheese-fest.
But, dear reader, happier times are here - my 27 charges and I are back in our own (admittedly still whiffy) classroom today.
OK, I needed to have all the windows open ("What do you mean it's cold? Just write quicker!") and I needed a quick squirt of Oust at the end of the day, but nevertheless...
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oh pooh! i hate that damp rotty smell. you (and the children) have my sympathy.
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