Well, Eurovision 2014 is well and truly open. So, it would seem, are the bars of Copenhagen. Until 6am. And prophetically called Never Mind. I’m afraid I do mind today. I mind an awful lot.
Last night was the Opening Reception at the City Hall with a glamorous red carpet event. We weren’t allowed anywhere near it, of course, but watched from the Town Hall Square on a big screen with a big beer. Or two. That’s where it all started going wrong really. The red carpet was more successful than previous attempts, as it was meticulously planned, chucking the artistes down it with some gusto. After that we headed to the EuroClub for the hoi polio version of the opening party.
It was, I have to say, somewhat lacking in artistes for me to throw myself against for a photo opportunity, but it made up for it in performances with sets from TwinTwin (in which my husband to be Patrick whipped his top off for me), Conchita from Austria, and a wonderfully energetic set from the Greek boys featuring Riskykidd, with added contributions from me, Friskykidd, on the dance floor.
It was all going marvellously well, and we were actually just about ready for bed, until someone said the famous last words, “shall we go to the Fan Cafe for last orders?” Off we went. Chiara Chihuahua from Malta had been doing a guest appearance and was still there, and before I knew it I found myself attached to her (slightly clammy) shoulders doing a conga to Quiero Ser Tua, of which I fear there may be videographic evidence yet to surface.
Thankfully it was soon kicking out time, but being as we were with two Finns the night was, of course, still young and we headed to said late night bar where who did we see but Chihuahua again. Ooh she’s a right party animal.
So I’ve left that Rosé asleep but I have headed to the press centre and am hopefully blogging the first rehearsal of the first semi final from 2pm UK time, wifi permitting in the hall. There’s more semblance of an event happening round here today. Bars (and lots of ’em) are popping up and there seems to be a lot of small children invited into this performance. There are noticeably more buses and more hoarding is going up to hide the industrial scrubland and discarded tyres that litter the area. Don’t say it ain’t glamourous.
Monty x