Whelmed

Not overwhelmed, neither underwhelmed. Just whelmed.

It was weird sitting in a semi and not going “EH?!?!?!”. A couple of shrugs of “Ooh!” but now major protestations of the oofness. Has the new format killed the Serviette of Death? We’ll reserve judgement until tomorrow night – which after all seems a much trickier animal to predict.

The after show was a tad meh as well. The artists were slow to arrive, and few and far between. Loads of people thought they saw nice little San Marino, but I think they were mistaking them for any number of scraggy-haired boys in wescots. Moldova were sat together looking mopey on the stairs. I gave them a slight shrug of “ah well”, which herself reciprocated with a lonely smile. I thought it a bit mean to ask for a pic. The tall Estonian with a quiff didn’t seem too bothered, and was dripping with the ladies every time I saw him, and just as we shuffled off into the night, Isis Gee was holding court in the foyer, gushing through her Barney the Dinosaur teeth in a tiny aquamarine dress cut so low you could see her knees through the cleavage.

On reflection I’m dead chuffed Finland and Bosnia got through, peeved that I took Israel and Greece out of my serviette of death at the last minute, and feel sorry for Ireland and Estonia, which were both cracking ideas that didn’t tap into the zeigeist on the night.

And as for many of the reactionary blatherers hooting on about Russia having bought the draw… bunging it directly after the hosts – the possibly the only tune likely to garner a huger hall reaction – strikes me as castrating its chances just a tad. If Lorak of Croatia get drawn around 17th this could make things most interesting – and Spain’s draw ain’t looking half bad at all.

Hmm, we shall see!

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