It’s only possible once a year: Borat, and then the Eurovision judging

We watched Borat. Sacha Baron Cohen is without doubt the bravest person I’ve seen on film in millions of years. And hysterical.

But to move from watching that – from between our fingers – to the judging and point-allocating and general toshness of the Eurovision song contest, which now seems to include everyone who doesn’t have a coast adjoining the Pacific Ocean, was simply to move from the sublimely ridiculous to the completely ridiculous.

Though I think Terry Wogan is falling out of love with the competition. He couldn’t bear it, I think – seeing his old, old friend being turned into some sort of eastern European plaything. Aw.

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