Another year, another booze fuelled evening of taking the piss. As ever it was an enjoyable watch and the Swedish interval performance was superbly ridiculous.
Where else would you get expanding dresses with fire effects, a giant, a bloke who looks like a vampire dancing around some suspiciously condom shamed staging, a guy who kidnapped David Blaine and forced him to act as his shadow, Greece clearly trying hard not to win but being accidentally brilliant, desperate attempts to be on trend with dubstep interludes, wind machines and so on.
OK it was won by a relatively mediocre singer doing a passable Shakira impression but that’s not what really matters is it?
