Sweden, my favourite, flew through the finish line and won last night’s Eurovision Song Contest.
I loved her song, her dancing, her look and her braveness to stay honest and speak up for human rights issues.
The contest, despite being another political hotbed, entertained us with magnificent illuminations and as always, interesting dance routines.
We sat down, as a family, with our score sheets and pens, some of us on pillows on the floor (there are too many of us, we can’t all fit on the sofa, it was OK when their bums were smaller, but they keep on eating, and thus growing). We agreed to: 3 if we loved them, 2 if they were quite good, 1 if the performance reached a mere OK and 0 if it was bloody awful.
It seemed like quite an easy-to-grasp score system to me.
But this house is full of rebels and when I quizzed around about how many points they’d allocated after each performance, minus numbers and decimal places started to creep in. Then during Macedonia’s entry the five-year old abandoned scoring altogether and attempted to write ‘evil’ in the total score section.
These were the high/lowlights for us:
- The female presenters took the opportunity to show us the entire contents of their wardrobes. While the man advertised his ability to take on as his next job a toothpaste commercial: he grinned constantly from ear to ear.
- What on earth are we British thinking? The Hump? Someone on the selection committee needs to be fired. Scrap that. The whole committee needs to go! There are so many brilliant artists in the UK. Shame on you!!
- Albania entertained us with a shrieker who had one of her dreadlocks glued to her chest like some kind of serpent. She was my husbands favourite?!?
- Bosnia and Herzegovina had the five-year old in a tizzy, I quote, “To me, her dress is stunning!”
- The Russian grannies were brilliant.
- Italy provided a pretty good singer but her downfall may have been that she dressed up as Amy Winehouse.
- We were highly entertained by Greece’s chorus, “You make me dance, dance like a maniac. You make me want your aphrodisiac.” (We don’t get out much).
- The Turkish group impressed us with their ability to make boats from capes.
- Spain said they couldn’t afford to win then taunted us with a stunning voice of Pastora Soler. They should really have taken tips from Ireland. I so hope that is the very last we see of catastrophe known as Jedward.
- I suspect that Ukraine’s ecstatic dancers had a wild time with Denmark’s euphoric drummer at the after show party.
Were you one of the 125 million viewers? Did you enjoy the show? Which county were in receipt of your “douze points”? What were your high/lowlights?