Greetings dear listener – I trust we find you well.
Looking around at the press centre this morning, it’s looking a little sparsely populated – and those who have made it in are feeling a little worse for wear. Yes, you guessed it, it was the Georgian party last night…
But before that, let me tell you about a nice little trip I went on with the Latvians yesterday to a disused coalmine in Essen. A lovely trip of a fine day with some nice people, and the mine was flippin’ fabulous. However, tension arose on the bus when the guide became just a little too honest.
“I must confess, I have not heard your song,” he remarked, and the Lats, in an act of kindness, gave him a copy, doubtless expecting him to take it home and play it at his leisure. But no. He immediately put it on over the buses PA. That was awkward enough, but them came his masterstroke. The song finished, he turned his mic back on and proclaimed…
“So. I don’t think your song is very original. You can hear this kind of songs on the radio every day. You will not win. In fact you may not even make it to the semi-final. This is just my opinion.”
Mouths were agape. Now does one admire the man’s honest or rudeness the most?
Now back to that Georgian party. These things have gone down in legend over then last few years, and last night’s certainly didn’t disappoint. What we can remember of it. It all started getting a bit messy when the head of finance at Georgian telly came over and started plying us with the dark red wine. No bad behaviour on the part of the artists can be reported, mainly because we were having trouble actually seeing by about midnight.
If we recall anything when the fug clears we’ll let you know.
Onwards and upwards!