For some of us, this was a continuation of a lifelong obsession. For others, this Eurovision was the first toe in the water of international song contests. Both groups were hosted wonderfully by Joe and Jess (and Rory, the softest cat in town), who had provided us with a European themed snack table including madeleines, custard creams and an international cheese selection.
Somewhat ruining the theme, we then had Thai food, but in our defence it was completely delicious.
The Quaker technical wing did admirable work bringing the sights and sounds of Kiev to the big screen, and we settled in for a weird ol’ ride with the strange hosts. To ensure that any ambivalent members were sufficiently dedicated, there was a scoresheet and Eurovision Bingo to fill out. Readers, the things we have seen. Yodelling Romanians, cultural appropriation from the Italians, a unusual Moldovan wedding and so many incredible backing dancers. Fire, rain, wind and snow. Tiny dress after tiny dress. It was truly a banner year.
Then there was a long tedious entry from Portugal which ended up winning the whole dang thing. That was a surprise.
Sated with performances both odd and magical, we had seen everything Kiev could throw at us. We had been exhausted, angry, delighted, wistful, joyous, confused and intrigued. It was only then that we were ready for Lisbon 2018.