Nick: Another member of the UK delegation has just watched five seconds of the sound check, said “It’s still rubbish” and wandered off for lunch. That’s, in my opinion, slightly harsh. Very, very, slightly. It’s, umm, lacking in vibrancy. The set is, umm, inexplicable. I refuse to judge it on one sound check. At the same time, I’m reluctant to judge it on very much more than that. I’m feeling disrespectful and ready for lunch.
Phil: You know the old saying that you can’t polish a turd? – well this just goes to show that you really REALLY can’t. She has only completed the sound check  but by Christ she is awful … Roy has returned… complete with “Hello”, crisps and Bananas for the princely sum of 1.85. Anyhow, back to the infinitely better Moldova. Complete with a Sofa and a Duvet and a kitchen table…. – it IS Jazz Club!! (nice) And they have imported a key change from Carola too – but she is wearing an awful crepe paper dress – careful she doesn’t get near to the electrics, that’s all I have to say. This is different to the 3 before it – however, that might not be a very good thing because generally contrasts need to be different AND good … This is just different in a special needs kinda way…
Franko: I’ll be fair to this and listen to it once through, though I suspect not many people will. It’s trying to be last year’s Lithuanian entry. Whereas that had a certain charm but utterly failed, this lacks any grace at all. She starts sitting on a sofa whilst a trumpet player languishes at her feet ready for the jazz segment. Her singing leaves a lot to be desired as does her choice of attire which is a purple, orange and white skirt that makes Celine’s meringue skirt look tasteful. I’ve rarely seen anything so forgettable in this contest. They really don’t want to do well two years in a row …