For a very long time, Eurovision hasn’t really been a song contest. It’s been a yearly spectacle of glitter, drama, and over-the-top performance art. The one time of year when Europe collectively agrees to arse around in the name of music, spectacle, and shared absurdity. And as someone who thrives on maximalism, I wouldn’t have…
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Clichés, Camp Humor, and Wind Machines: Once a Year, Eurovision Lets Europe Arse Around!
Personally, Eurovision holds a special place in my heart as a cherished tradition that brings people together in celebration, laughter, and pure enjoyment. Since the mid-90s, I’ve been an avid enthusiast, eagerly awaiting each year’s spectacle of unforgettable performances and glamour – perfect colour splash of spring after a long, dark, and generally exhausting Finnish…
Jackinna of all Trades 