Praise the Lord, we are a musical nation! Except when it comes to Eurovision, of course. It is one of the biggest cultural ironies that The Land of Song has no entry for the world’s most famous song contest.
My Welsh independence fantasy always begins with Wales smashing it at this musical smorgasbord.
I don’t care how we’d do it. Anything from Bryn Terfel rapping a hip hop-era in the language of heaven to H from Steps emerging from a giant dragon’s mouth borne aloft by Treorchy Male Voice Choir in sequinned blazers. The more Cymru Kitsch the better.
