…partly because, oh dearie me, this is far from a vintage year. Far too many post-Lordi macho rock guitars for starters, and what good are those to any self-respecting Eurovision fan? And also, cramming a record twenty-eight songs into the Thursday night qualifier is un peu de trop, even by my near-fanatical standards.
However, I am taken by the Bulgarian chorus of “More pee!”, and by the swishy young mister from Belarus:
“This blue-eyed brunet was born on 11th June 1985 in Minsk, Belarus. His mother, the founder of Princess Diana’s Belarusian fan-club, had always dreamed of having a daughter who would look like Diana. Amazingly, her dream partly came true. She had a handsome little boy with a striking resemblance to the Princess, who from early childhood exhibited phenomenal abilities in music, literature and even science.”
Mister Belarus’s chorus runs thusly:
“You set my beating heart in motion, when you cast your loving potion over me.”
I wonder if he’s been to Bulgaria recently?
Sorry.
troubled diva 