Yay Sweden! Yay Guardian Eurovision live-blog! It just has that indispensably snarky British spin on it all, as in:
Standard drinking game rules apply tonight – a swig of whatever you fancy every time you spot a performance involving a) startling amounts of facial hair, b) excessive use of a wind machine, c) on-stage flames, d) accordion playing or e) gratuitous wearing of capes. Ordinarily we'd also suggest you drink whenever the presenters get a bit cringeworthy, but based on the semis you'll be crying in a corner with a bottle before the first note has been sung.
This year, even the British entry was ironic. I'm not sure how else to interpret Engelbert Humperdinck.
The Dish 