One day I decided to watch Eurovision for the first time. The date was 12 May 2007. All I know is that when I saw Verka Serduchka Dancing Lasha Tumbai, life would never be the same again…
But let’s leap forward seven years…
For Christmas 2014, I received a little black bag not unlike a medical kit. Inside were 48 discs. Every Eurovision final from 1956 to 2004. Could this be the perfect present?
And so my quest began. Become a Euro-vision-expert-ista. Across the decades. Every single excruciating year. Not a small task.
Tingling with excitement, I reached for 2002. Why?
Because that is the year of the insanely fabulous S.A.G.A.P.O. Look at those boys. Really look at them. They epitomise everything Eurovision. And I love ’em to pieces.
And now leap forward again…
It is 2020 lock-down. I am creating artwork of all my favs: Naviband, Zdob și Zdub, Gisela (don’t care what they said about her costume, I loved her!) and plenty of others. Daði og Gagnamagnið is much harder than I thought but I’ll get there! I am starting to get my artwork ‘out there’. And I am (very, very) slowly building this site with reviews of every Grand Final.
Simply go to the decade, then the year. If the year doesn’t pop up, it’s not quite finished yet.
So say (say, say) say the password and enter a new world, the inexplicable, upside down, insane, unfair, exasperating, crazy, impossibly fabulous world of the thing that is the Eurovision Song Contest.
Opa! ώπα! Namaste. Alé! Persicaria ♥