Where are Eurovision s Scooch today â bandmate romance to heart attack horror
UK s Eurovision act from 2007 was the formidable Scooch, who landed in 23rd place with their song Flying the Flag (For You) - but where are the famous foursome today?
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Eurovision has given a platform to some forgettable acts over the years, but it s hard to forget UK band Scooch of the mid-noughties, who dressed up as airline staff in their bid for Euro-victory.
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‘Let the dog see the rabbit,’ said my friend J.
She could have been talking about her voracious desire for wine at 7pm, but she was, in fact, referencing her new boyfriend.
This is because she was still in the honeymoon period. Remember that, the honeymoon phase? Or limerence, if you’re looking for a fancy new word for Countdown.
Definition: intense feelings of infatuation, ecstasy and the idealisation of one’s partner. Characterised by wanting to be in close proximity to them all the time. Preferably naked. And if you can’t be, resorting to behaviour such as wearing their blood around your neck in a vial – if you are Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie back when they were married – or your partner’s T-shirt if you are everyone else.
Stylist: Nicola Rose. Make-up: Caroline Barnes at Frank Agency using Max Factor. Hair: Ben Cooke at Frank Agency using Redken. Hair colour: Nicola Clarke. Tan: Amanda Harrington London. Cardigan, Amanda Wakeley. Bikini top, Asceno, Shorts and Eye mask, Eberje
‘Mystery!’ my friend H would shriek in horror whenever I revealed that I had exposed my moustache bleach-wearing/emergency glasses-sporting/comfy pants-parading self in front of my partner.
H’s argument is that such things extinguish desire faster than Katie Price gets through fiancés. A survey would seem to back her up. It found that men’s third biggest turn-off was Bridget Jones underwear – with more than half of them (52 per cent) saying they had been put off by big knickers or underwear that is old. (Numbers one and two were insisting on having the lights off and being motionless during sex.)
‘What do you like in bed?’
Erm, you mean like 1,000-thread-count pillowcases, a memory-foam topper and eggs benedict cheffed up by a Thelma & Louise-era Brad Pitt?
‘No, sexually.’
Whaaattt?
Honestly, when I was asked that question by my boyfriend it elicited discomfort levels akin to running a marathon in a thong two sizes too small.
When it comes to sex talk I’m more buttoned-up than Kim Jong-un’s shirt.
Why is it we can happily answer personal questions from the medical profession on the quantity of alcohol units we consume (halve it, then knock a few off for good measure) with less squirming than we can talk with our partners about our erogenous zones?