I’m slumming it this evening, musically; the Eurovision Song Contest is on, the annual parade of Eurotrash in tight dresses and dodgy suits, where cookie-cutter musical styles are applied to kindergarten lyrics with a shotgun.
The Irish song was the subject of a competition and huge hype here, and I’m pleased to report that I’ve never actually heard it, not even tonight. I missed it, and they’ve ended up around the middle of the results table. Some of the voting was obvious: Cyprus is politically split between Greece and Turkey, so you can guess where the Cypriot votes went to. The Turks narrowly beat off Belgium and Russia for the title, and I didn’t hear their song either. The Russian group Tatu did better than the song deserved, because they’re already established pop stars with a lesbian angle.
I can’t even remember the name of the UK group, that’s how bloody awful they were, but politics surely played a huge part too, given Europe’s anti-war stance. The UK votes gave Ireland maximum points, but Ireland didn’t return the favour. Either way, it showed in the results: dead last, with nil points! I can’t wait to see the UK papers tomorrow…