Three Days Later

When we put together our Eurovision post, with not a little haste, on Sunday so that we'd at least have something waiting for you by Monday morning re: our most favourite night of the year, (other than Christmas), it was with extremely delicate and fuzzy heads. Hugh's fabled Baileys infused chocolate trifle was, let's just say, was both fabbbbuuuuulous and potent,  as were his flaming cocktails ........ and smogasbord of international nibbles.

However, as a result, it seems that we may have started to celebrate very early on in the proceedings, peaking well ahead of schedule, because after Darrell had sucessfully downloaded the Eurovision App .........

....... I can't be entirely sure who exactly we voted for, all I remember was that there was a lot of button pressing and 12ps adding up!

As you will no doubt know by now The Netherlands were the joyous triumphants..........

...... despite their never being on any of our own euro-radars ..........

  

But now, in the cold light of a Tuesday day, three days after the event, we realise that Madonna, after all the hype was a very huge disappointment, in fact she was total pants (even Hugh, a lifetime fanclub member and despite his own celebrity status, had to sadly agree) .....  and that the rest of Europe was nochalant to the fact that the UK was left languishing right at the very bottom of the scoreboard with 16 points. Believe me, that was enough to sober us all up very, very quickly.  What can we say except that questions must now be asked in Parliament as to what went so wrong. Next year we say that we either send in Robbie Williams .........

........ or claim Mans Zelmerlöw (Swedish winner in 2015) as our own (since he now lives in London), everyone adores him and would never dream of tactically voting against him!