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.