Ssssh! This is my guilty secret...

Last night was my annual late-night televiewing shame-fest. No, not the crappola "Great Escape", which I would have plucked out my own eyeballs rather than watch... It was Eurovision!!!!
I have no theory as to the reasons for my enduring love of Eurovision. I have memories of watching it before we even moved to Australia - the Bucks Fizz 'Making your mind up' entry. It could be the kitsch, it could be the resonance of the 'nil point' constantly awarded to the UK, the dodgy accents, the 'Hello Athens, this is Belgrade calling'. Oh, I don't know - I love it all.
Highlights of Eurovision 2006 include:

• Germany's fabulous country music entry - complete with plastic cacti, pink saloon-whore frilly dress, and hats.
• The inner-thigh definition of Croatia's entry. No idea what her song was about, but she put lots of effort into it. (And even had a bucks-fizz type wardrobe moment)
• Ukraine's boots.
• Russia's mullet.

I love the way all the Scandinavians vote for each other; all the Baltic states vote for each other; all the Balkan states vote for each other; no-one votes for the UK. Astonishingly I didn't find this years entry from the UK, Daz Sampson, too cringeworthy. I must be getting old. Or it's the combined effect of years of Eurovision-viewing. Who knows?????

It's a guilty pleasure to be sure, accompanied by a cheeky cab sav, and an even cheekier Terry Wogan. He really makes Eurovision for me - and I grow nostalgic for his BBC Radio 2 program. His dry and irreverent commentary cuts through the cheese... although the quote of the evening belongs to MrB - when confronted with 7 fabulous Greek beauties clad in the shortest of shorts, his only comment was "Man that lighting rig is awesome". Aww, bless.