had to wake my daughter up for them, and she said ‘are they their real faces?’. i did wonder too. I also liked the Lithuanians, who sounded bizarrely like the pogues (who knew lithuanians sounded irish?) and had the same pisstake spirit about them.

Fell asleep by the Turkey – Sweden – Armenia phase where wailing women with thigh boots and long legs all meshed into one overloud parade of maria-careyism. And hats off to Daz. The words weren’t that bad and you’ve got to give him credit for unabashed naffness. I thought Norway would win, but then I’m biaised cos all the Norwegians I know are lovely.

Terry didn’t get linked up and they had sold out of the spagnola ice-cream so it was haagan daaz cookies & cream, but I’m glad I watched it if only for the moonwalking Latvian acappellas and the Russian piano lady. It has bizarrely enriched my life, if only as in, I’m not that weird after all.