THE YEAR OF THE PERM
THE YEAR OF PURPLE & HOT PINK
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
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.
FOR EXCELLENCE IN LEFT LEG WORK.
Netherlands. A song – and a kneecap – packed with drama.
*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.