Collapsed on my sofa bed at 2.30am and Rosé like a crumpled phoenix four hours later still drunk and yet with a moderate to severe hangover. The only thing keeping me going is the fact we are going to see those Il Volo boys and some other automatic qualifiers today and get a sense of how the rest of our beloved grand final will shape up! There’s always a shocker on this middle Sunday, let’s hope the Italians are fabulous and we await with bated breath the UK ‘gimmick’.
Another thing keeping me going is the memory that those Israeli boys actually remembered who I was last night in the fabulous Kibbutz Klub in Karlsplatz and insisted on ‘papping’ me with my lovely Israeli friend Betty. I allowed it this once…