Eurovulsion

It’s that time of year again: time to fish out that feather boa, dive into those gold lamé leggings and backcomb your hair like you’re in Mad Max. Gargle your vocal chords at your specially-chosen tuneless pitch and get ready for those all important two words: NUL POINTS! That’s right, ladies and gents: Eurovision is upon us. All hail the all-singing, all-dancing freak circus that is Europe’s premiere trash-pop soiree. But just who were the trashiest all-singing/al...

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