San Marino, guilty pleasure

Despite lapsing into ‘Eurovision cliche number 4382: lighting candles’ within the first 40 seconds San Marino is my guilty pleasure this year. They fed us pizza last night, although they made us wait almost three hours before we got the Eurovision song out of them. It’s written by Ralph Siegel, and it’s about his 739th Eurovision entry. We celebrated his 40th anniversary as a Eurovision songwriter in Baku with the most surreal dinner party and a plate of undressed spaghetti, boiled potato AND chips as my vegetarian option. Haute cuisine, dear reader. They’ve done something with this which sounds slowed down and now as bland as that very dinner. Michele’s quite pleased with himself, and almost manages to keep his performance on the bearable side of enthusiastic stage school star. Anita just seems pleased with herself, and perhaps assumes she doesn’t need to do much else than be there and sing with a perma-grin and pointy arm. After seeing it my guilty pleasure is leaving me with a bit more guilt and a lot less pleasure.

Monty x