Somehow, and I'm not entirely sure how, I allowed myself to be persuaded to attend a Eurovision party in a riverside apartment with views of the shard. I agreed on the condition that there would be plenty of Veuve to soften the blow. On reflection, there was little that I remember before Romania. It was all terminally dull, and I busied myself watching the setting sun from the balcony.
Romania, however, made me sit up and pay attention, only to be surpassed by Azerbaijan.
Boy inna box? Priceless!
The Veuve helped. I think there was still some left when we went home at around 02:00.
An excellent evening - not quite the one I'd planned. Rescue breakfast is currently being consumed.
Oh - almost forgot. We had fondue which included Ikea meatballs and reindeer meat, amongst other things.