I’m Afraid You’ve Killed the Barman (AKA All our Gisteren)

It’s lovely to be back doing Whoops Dragovic, it really is.

I know it’s now a blog and not the website of eight years ago which looked like it was held together with sticking plasters and goodwill – but it’s nice to back all the same.

For today’s post, I wanted to do something that commemorated the old Whoops while leaving it as a whacking big stick in the ground from which all things afterwards will be looking forward to Eurovision 2018 and beyond.

So, for everyone who has mentioned it to me over the years (‘it’ being probably the most popular little bit of Whoops Dragovic 1.0), this is for you.

Thank you for all your kind words in the past 48 hours since Whoops was resurrected. The cloying self-indulgence stops here.

And no, the transliterated lyrics don’t work in the same way when you’re watching Ruth sing them in person, do they?