siggav's place, intermittently watching the Eurovision Song Contest, in between much yelling at the TV and laughing hysterically. Our Terry was on form, too. There seemed to be a lot of drums, an over-abundance of air violins, and (for some inexplicable reason) a granny in a rocking chair.Further treats included a round of "burning wine" and a sampling from an eastern-European techno-fantasy pop band. The burning wine - that's a direct translation of the name - is an Icelandic beverage that I heartly recommend; I imagine it's fantastic in Icelandic winters, when the windscreens need clearing. On the other hand, the less said (or remembered) about the band, the better.
We provided a good sampling of Europe ourselves: English, Scottish, Icelandic, Italian, German. And an American. And a stunt Norweigian.
Marvellous stuff.
