Dear, oh dear. It’s that time of year again. If you’re not a fan of throbbing Eurobeat, heavily accented crooners or surrealistic sequinned costumes, hide in the cupboard until Sunday.
The finals of the 2013 Eurovision Song Contest will be broadcast tomorrow night from Malmo, Sweden, filling millions of living rooms with some of the most outrageously bad music known to mankind.
But the sheer awfulness of the contest is not enough to earn it a place on the naughty step. Oh, no. What pains us is that the shrieks of the adult- dominated Eurovision are drowning out the altogether superior “Schoolovision” song contest (bit.lySchoolovision).