For some people Eurovision is just an event that happens once a year, but to others it's basically a religion and I'm more than happy to admit that I fall into the latter category, having been pretty much obsessed with the Contest since the age of six.
My mum and dad have a lot to answer for, letting me stay up past my bedtime to catch sight of the UK act that year, with that brief glimpse of the world famous event enough to light the touch paper on a love affair that has been going strong ever since. Like every relationship there has been some tough times - Sonia losing the crown right at the death in 1993, Gina G being criminally underscored in 1996 and the 'nul points' disasters for Jemini (more of them later!) and James Newman; but the thing that keeps me coming back for more is the fact that there really is NOTHING quite like the Eurovision Song Contest.
Where else would you get raunchy milkmaids, guitar playing monsters, dancing Russian grannies and a singing turkey? I rest my case. And we can now add a man in a neon green bolero doing a human centipede with his dancers to that list as well!
