And so we say goodbye to another Eurovision Song Contest. As usual, the voting had nothing to do with the music. So you can't really just limit yourself to YouTubing the top three vote-getters. You need to immerse yourself (and perhaps have a good shower afterwards).
This year, for the first time, we let the boys watch for a while. A sign that the days of childhood innocence are fading away: both boys responded with a Woganesque "Crap" to every song they saw (except the English entry, which Carl quite liked on account of its disco tendencies).
If you're talking actual "quality", the Sebastian Tellier was streets ahead of everybody else. (It seemed to have wandered in from another show entirely.) If you're talking sheer Eurovision-ness, I must admit I did like the Romanian entry. But ultimately it was the Latvian pirates that stole the show. For what that's worth.
Sadly we couldn't stay until the end, because "Flight of the Conchords" was screening on Channel Ten.
