Once again the mega over the top Freak Show that is Eurovision Song Contest rolled around. This year the venue was that not quite European city of Baku. We were in for a treat. My own compatriots, true to form, presented an embarrassing episode that didn't make it to the final. In fact, the Dutch entry was plain silly, with a girl singing and playing the guitar whilst on her head we spotted a huge Native American tribal head dress. Why?
Engelbert Humperdinck, bless him, gathered very few votes but perhaps should have known that not one country in Europe ever gives any votes to the UK, except sometimes for Ireland. And they didn't on this occasion. They were lots of beefy blokes dancing in skirts, crazy outfits every where. The usual bombastic and dramatic Eastern European power ballads all blended into one after a while.
I couldn't really get into the favourite, and ultimate winner, Sweden. I liked Denmark's entry but typically no one else seem to. And so we had fun at home, laughing at mad, naff and camp Europe, happy to have escaped to the Asia-Pacific region.
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