We all know that Eurovision is a bit like marmite – you either love it or hate it. You’re either digging out your costume, Terry wig and Conchita stick on beard or booking passage to a remote island, with no Internet, mobile connectivity or satellite link!
Weirdly enough, though, I seem to have a foot in both camp(s) – pardon the pun! Right up until the start of this spectacular spectacular I not in the least bit interested and begrudge family, friends, lovers and now my wife for forcing me to watch this affront to my ears and eyes – honestly if I hear another key change or see another entrant almost blown off the stage due to the switching on of a wind machine I shall do a ‘Sleez Sisters’ and throw the TV out of the window! And then Eurovision starts and I’m hooked – wishing I’d made the effort to watch the build up auditions; get in more vodkas for the inevitable drinking games and basically dress up – argh!
This year I am breaking with tradition and I’m going to start getting excited now, in fact I’m going one step further and organising a ProudWomen Eurovision Party or should I say THE Eurovision Party in support of Pride in London – costumes, shots, scorecards, prizes! And the good news is that you can all come because it will be at a fabulous bar in Clerkenwell (well you didn’t seriously think that I was going to have you round to my flat did you – its bound to get messy and I hate clearing up?!), with a projector and large screen TVs and a whole lot of booze and you can dress up, or not – you just need to be fabulous, darling! So grab your lezza mates, gay boys, straight friends and everyone else on our delicious spectrum; basically anyone who loves Eurovision!
I really hope that with all this pre Eurovision excitement I won’t be longing for that remote island the minute the opening credits start rolling!