Anyway, the bronze fork (which if I remember rightly is the third most good of all the forks), goes to Eduard from Moldova. The timetable told him to bring his raunch to the arena at 10:20 in the morning, and I’ll vouch that it’s not easy to summon up your inner raunch that early, but he successfully looked like it really was his first ever visit to that kind of nightclub. You can ask for no more of the man.
The silver fork (for being the second most extraordinary thing of the day) is shared between Bojana and Boggie, for giving us just the faintest modicum of light and shade between two consecutive performances. Or, as I like to call it, Eurovision in a bucket.
And the golden fork, again, is shared between Polina and Voltaj. Emotional manipulation is never something to be proud of, but they do it with such subtle nuance that you won’t even notice what they’re up to, oh dear me no, I can virtually guarantee it. They’re very good though. Could well be 1-2 in this bit.
As for Bully’s special prize – well, the saga of my belt. There are multiple approaches to this. You can traverse Austria in search of access to a Show Desk that you’re not allowed into… or you could, you know, whizz them an e-mail… D’oh! Anyway, no, no, nobody has handed a belt in. And that took about two minutes this morning to find out. Hey ho!
Back to today, anyway…