It’s very nice of those Slovakians to write a song in homage to our favourite comedy double act of Barker and Corbett. It’s not? It’s about some old forest you’re only ever likely to see from a train window whilst inter-railing on the way to Hungary?
Slovakia try hard bless em. They’ve entered some interesting warbles down the years. They’re not to everyone’s taste in the same way that not everyone enjoys a disfiguring skin disease, but the odd person really enjoys the pain and embarrassment. So it is with these fellas.
Dressed like leftover tree-people from Lord of the Rings looking for an alternative career now that the trilogy is over, they move across the stage seemingly in harmony.
I’m not convinced though. The first three times it came on I didn’t even notice I was too engrossed in my work email. That ought to be quite a worrying thing if you’re Slovakian. Early in the draw and not especially memorable except for Miss Haversham standing at the side of the stage doing backing vocals, still unable to comprehend that no one wants to marry her.
I’d have to say it’s not looking like Slovakia in the final.
Disappointing. I want it to do well, but I suspect I’m going to have to prepare myself for many disappointments in the coming days…