WELL we’ve had time to reflect and allow the memories of last weekend’s Eurovision debacle to sink in.

Among the many conclusions that you can draw the main one is that it’s certainly not a song contest - the merits (or otherwise) of the mangled caterwaulings of numerous nymphets in thigh high boots don’t really appear on the radar.

Let’s be honest, Eurovision has become the ultimate pan-European political event.

Nations vote for their friends and not for their enemies, or those they feel slighted by. It’s the televisual equivalent of Eighteenth Century diplomacy when ambassadors would make secret missions to the various courts around Europe to whisper of a neighbour’s treachery or to assure allies that they still had an entente cordiale.

Only now it’s done with computer generated spectacle - and it was spectacular - and many moments of sheer madness.

And long may it continue. We’re never going to win again - it may be years before we even get a point again - but don’t take it so seriously. Never has politics been such fun.

The face of the Swiss entry who thought they’d won when the mass public vote for Italy’s Darkness-lite came in and clinched the competition was priceless.

In days gone by we never got to witness the darkest political machinations. With Eurovision, it’s in full view in all its Machiavellian madness.

NUL POINT