It begins - the annual competition in which (most of) Europe
gathers together in order to showcase the finest songs in the hope that one will be
chosen to be the Durotriges 'Big Dig’ anthem. The misguided,
misinformed and foolish think that this is 'the Eurovision Song Contest', but we in
the know are aware of the truth. The winner in the televised version of Eurovision may get
to take home a glass trophy in the shape of a rectal camera
but the winner of
the Durotrigian popular vote has the satisfaction of knowing that their song
will be played loudly (and constantly) in the site minibus and tannoy system every
morning from now until August in order to motivate, inspire and (just possibly)
infuriate. The dig season is starting – now let’s find an anthem.
This year the choice has been more difficult than usual, not because of the poverty of songs (thank you 2016) but because there have been so many gloriously insane entries, any one of one of which could easily have taken the prize. This, coupled with the fact that the entire stage was designed to make every contestant look as if they were performing beneath a giant set of squatting buttocks
This year the choice has been more difficult than usual, not because of the poverty of songs (thank you 2016) but because there have been so many gloriously insane entries, any one of one of which could easily have taken the prize. This, coupled with the fact that the entire stage was designed to make every contestant look as if they were performing beneath a giant set of squatting buttocks
and the final decision was difficult; very difficult indeed.
Would it be the hair-whipping Montenegrin whose 'Spaceship was ready to blow' despite the fact that his 'Linen is covered with feathers'?
Would it be the Italian caught on stage by an amorous Gorilla?
Or the mooning Austrian?
The funky Moldovans?
The Brexit-apologising UK entry?
The schizophrenic Croatian opera singer turned soprano-biker in love with himself?
The 'can't quite stand up' (and utterly unpronounceable) O'G3NE from the Netherlands?
The super sinister scary JOWST from Norway (who could not only hear voices in his head but whose chorus seemed to be the less than jolly mantra 'Kill Kill Kill')?
The five men from Sweden in desperate need of a functioning public toilet?
Or the clearly Durotrigian crowd-pleasing Dihaj from Azerbaijan who sang about skeletons whilst performing with a horse head human hybrid man on an archaeological photographic step ladder?
Tough choice.
In the end, of course, although both the official Eurovision jury and public vote went for socially awkward Salvador Sobral from Portugal
there could only be one winner of the Durotriges Big Dig 2017 Anthem prize.
Hello Europe, this is Bournemouth calling. The votes of the Dorset jury are in and all bribes have now been cashed. 12 points go to the Romanian entry 'Yodel it' by Ilinca and Alex, a beautifully crafted ballad detailing the benefits of the UK-based parcel delivery service complete with guttural throat exercises, glitter-cannons and eastern European rap
Brilliant - quite quite brilliant. From this moment, the peace of the Dorset countryside will be broken each and every morning with a prime slab of yodel-based-rapping. What better way to inspire the dig team?
Thank you Kiev, thank you Europe and goodnight...
