![]() ![]() An ethnic song that leaves you uncomfortable: the press release says it’s about a massacre, but we can’t work out if it’s pro or anti. A man not dressed nearly enough (there’s a popular act, I’ll warn you now, who thinks he’s Ryan Gosling but is closer to Eric Pickles). Shout if you see…Īn Italian stallion with “come to bed” eyes. Eurovision is as camp as knickers – a meeting of nations united by mangled English – and this is my Euro2023 bingo card of things that may or may not happen. Officially, we’re here to see a high-class trans-European (in every sense of that compound) song contest that is absolutely NOT political even though it’s only being held in the UK because the real winner, Ukraine, has been invaded by Russia. But still they come: fans, journalists and aggressive seagulls (there’s one that stares through my hotel window as if to say, “you looking at me?”). I guess the RMT must hate Eurovision because tonight’s final in Liverpool is cut off by a rail strike. ![]()
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