Dublin, Ireland

THE YEAR OF THE PERM
or
THE YEAR OF PURPLE & HOT PINK
or
THE YEAR OF FREAKY CAMERAWORK

The logo wraps up this year’s Eurovision. A show so bland that I had to force myself to watch it in four separate sittings. I couldn’t even muster up the energy to sit through the voting in one stretch. Well, that’s not so surprising. Lacklustre songs, a frightful disco-style stage that just reeked tackiness and hosts who, well, did their best.

OFFICIAL TOP THREE
Switzerland
UK
Luxembourg

MY TOP THREE
Er, don’t have a top three.

SPECIAL MENTION TO:

TURKEY. MFÖ. SUFI (HEY YA HEY)
OK. Turkey was catchy. A soft blue beret and a funky vest never go astray.

FRANCE. GERARD LENORMAN. CHANTEUR DE CHARME
A man. A melody. A baggy suit. Don’t mind it.

PORTUGAL. DORA. VOLTAREI
A bit Burt Bacharach. A bit James Bond. But a bit Brotherhood of Man. Hey, let’s go with it: she can SING.

SPECIAL AWARD
FOR EXCELLENCE IN LEFT LEG WORK.
Netherlands. A song  – and a kneecap – packed with drama.

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*Yes, that’s right. It’s Celine Dion singing for Switzerland. And her voice was a little harsh. And her costume perhaps hasn’t stood the test of time.