EUROVISION

Every year we go through the same ritual where we the music loving British public have to select our contender for "the Eurovision song contest".
We have placed before us, metaphorically speaking, the best five songs which have been whittled down from god knows how many by god knows who and we have to select our best candidate.
When you have watched and/or listened to the best five I ask my self the age old question "what were the rejected ones like".
After hearing the five weapons of mass destruction I don't care who wins.