'I think music is over now.' Patrick Freyne watches the first semifinal of Eurovision.
Their song, Give that Wolf a Banana, contains the refrain of “Yum, yum, yum” and a verse that goes: “Not sure I told you but I really like your teeth, That hairy coat of yours with nothing underneath, Not sure you have a name so I will call you Keith.” I really respect this. The second semifinal is on Thursday. Armenia “I will keep up with the show.” “Boys do cry,” he sings, standing in the middle of a broken heart, with another broken heart projected on his face in case you missed the point. There is always a metal act at the Eurovision. It’s the law. They are accompanied by a spacemen. She sings mournfully, like a particularly glamorous school principal driven to despair by budget cuts. The Eurovision is a miraculous thing. Switzerland’s Marius Bear (not a real bear) has spent years brooding over the Cure’s ode to male stoicism, Boys Don’t Cry. Marius Bear loves crying and has written a sweetly swelling torch song to that effect. Mia Dimsic from Croatia sings Guilty with a guitar around her neck and three dancers dramatically enacting a love triangle nearby. “I will never let it go,” they sing. In your household do you stand and salute when you hear the Eurovision anthem?