I’m on track with my daily word count and though I could dedicate my evening to more rewriting of that tricky first novel in order to meet my self imposed deadline of publishing it by the end of July, instead I think I’ll take time off to see a spectacle I anticipate almost as much as Christmas – the Eurovision Song Contest.
Brits love to deride the contest. Partly because the rest of Europe usually refuses to vote for us but also because we consider ourselves to be better at music than everyone else.
Well, we do have The Beatles, The Who, The Stones, Belle and Sebastian, Adele and Ken Dodd. Who has Europe got? Aha, ABBA, Falcao, the Goom Bay Dance Band? Quite a clear cut case I agree. But that does not diminish in the slightest the entertaining spectacle which the Eurovision provides.
Last year200 million people in 40 countries watch the show including 8.5 million in the UK, 3 million more than in 2010. These are comparable numbers with the prime time viewing figures on the other channel, proving that, despite what the British media might want us to think, Brits do want to watch the Eurovision.
And why not? The competition is full of the good, the bad and the ugly. This year’s representative from the UK, Lucie Jones, an incredibly talented professional performer is unlikely to receive many points for post-brexit Britain but so what. The competition is making a big deal about celebrating diversity this year and diverse it certainly is. Who can forget the Russian grannies, Dana International, Lordi the finnish heavy metal band, Verka the Ukranian with a silver star on his head, Celine Dion, Katie Price, ABBA, Lulu, Sandy Shaw, Bucks Fizz, Brotherhood of Man, Nicole. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it all.
Only an hour to go so I’d better print off my score cards and do some serious writing avoidance. Enjoy.