Some tittle tattle

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Good morrow good reader!

Many apologies for the paucity of entries in the last 24. Yesterday’s semi 2 rehearsal was followed by a mad rush to a dinner appointment, a migraine, the Champion’s League final and some afterwards frivolity. Heck, you wouldn’t expect your mum to work 15 days straight, 18 hours a day, so do allow us a half day off once in a while.

But some rumours and stories from the last couple of days.

We are reliably informed that the ten that went through on Tuesday were the real actual top ten, with the jury vote coming from somewhere as yet unspecified within them. I have a suspicion that will be the case in most semis under that system, but it also does away the the excuse for whatever poor soul may have missed out.

Yesterday they unveiled a new perpetual trophy that will be presented to the winners every year. The first and last winners, Lys Assia and that bloke from last year had a lovely photo opp with it at the EBU press conf.

The interval act from Tuesday did a show in the Sava Centar auditorium, in the same building as Euroclub yesterday, and it threw up a few spots of interest. Firstly, it was where this very contest would probably have been held if the Arena hadn’t been built. Of recent years it probably harks back mostly to Israel 99, being an traditional lark theatre. And the seats were lovely and comfy too.

Secondly, Hind did a run through of her so-nearly tune with a 56 piece Balkan orchestra. Turns out she went to school with the guy that did the singing and pipe playing and used to sing back up for him!

Lastly, the fella was a bit miffed that the interval act wasn’t actually shown in Serbia, and cited ‘political censorship’. So if anyone’s got any further info on that I’d be interested to hear.

Aside from all that, we watched the Champion’s League in a nice little bar, and were doing alright mucking about with the locals, until one fella tried to buy us a drink after hours, the barman refused and he chucked a complete garrity and started trying to attack him with a bottle. And we’re still not entirely sure why!

So we retired to the Euro Cafe, where we met Jari, the drummer from Teräsbetoni, who was a smashing bloke, and we blathered on about football and ice hockey until nearly light. I think he was relieved to have a conversation about something other than Eurovision with people who knew a bit about metal – and to be honest so were we!

More laters serfs,

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