It’s been acres of pain today of various flavours, which is probably why we just watched Lithuania’s rehearsal and the first thing I said was “That’s this year’s Portugal last year”. Which is exactly the sort of thing you can actually say around these parts and still be understood.
Nobody’s going to even *notice* that for the next 8 days. It’s just going to skid past unnoticed in the slipstream of fighting Portuguese people and Azeri mystery choreographies and Croatian prestidigitators and Alexey Vorobjov.
And then a load of juries will prick up their ears at about whatever time it is they get to listen to it next Monday and/or Tuesday and say “Good god, that actually wasn’t hideous” and give it points and it’ll probably qualify and stuff, maybe. I don’t know.
We’re route planning a guerilla mission to Dorf now to see some accredited people this evening and steal their shoes. So Azerbaijan and Greece will have to leave themselves to their own devices until later. Allons-y!