Tonight, Malmo hosts the high camp drama that is the Eurovision Song Contest. It is a celebration of trite, ridiculous and frankly disturbing pop music. This is the Czech Republic entry for 2009;

Titles of previous winning songs have included; “Ding-a Dong”, “Boom Bang-a-bang”, “La La La”, “Diggi-Loo Diggy-Lay”. More recently, the Israeli entry, having done their homework, came to the competition with “Ping Pong”.

It may be that my mocking tone is brought about by UK’s abject failure over recent years in a contest which we used to dominate. Perhaps it is because there are now 39 entries (how many European countries can you name?) and the winner is elected through a biased voting system.  The winner gains the accolades and honour of hosting the countries of Greater Europe for the next contest. The loser hopes to avoid the humiliating score of “nil points”.

Our hopes are pinned on Bonny Tyler this year. Strangely, despite their recent lack of success and this year’s dirge-like entry, UK (along with other European countries that you may have heard of (and the hosts, Sweden)) get a straight run into the final without having to qualify in a semi-final.

You may recall that the hosts Sweden had some pedigree in this competition when Abba won with “Waterloo”, but their Scandinavian neighbours have been guilty of some dreadful entries including , the shame of Finland, Lordi and “Hard Rock Hallelujah”

Away from the lights, costumes and make up, there will be a song resonating from thorn bushes and hedgerows across the continent. Europe’s most celebrated songster, the Nightingale, will be signalling his return to the northern breeding grounds. Without the estimated 125 million viewers, he will sing through the night. His drab outfit and sustained song will show that there is more style in substance and stamina than 3 minutes of gaudiness.

There now. Isn’t that easier on the ear? Thank you to Rosemary Parks for the Nightingale video.

Written by Redgannet
Redgannet has been working for over 33 years as a crew member/flight attendant and enjoys the well-ventilated air of the outdoors. The nom de blog, Redgannet, was adopted to add an air of mystery and to make himself more attractive to women. His father first whetted Redguga's appetite for all things natural by buying him his first pair of 7x35s and a copy of Thorburn's Birds. Having no mentor beyond an indulgent parent, he spent the first season hoping for an Egyptian Vulture at the bird table in his English garden. His most memorable birding moment is seeing an Egyptian Vulture with those same binoculars 26 years later. Redgannet is married to Canon, but his heart and half of his house belongs to Helen and their son Joseph. He is looking forward to communicating with people who don't ask if he is searching for the "feathered variety" of bird.