If aliens visited us from outer space, I reckon even they'd have a hard time fathoming the point of the Eurovision Song Contest. In fact, my pet theory is that aliens have visited us and that they alone compete to take part in it every year...
Of course, it wasn't always so and, to be honest, the theory behind the competition is still fine - it's just the execution that leaves something to be desired (and I'm not talking about the fact that no-one executes the performers, as tempting a thought as that may be in certain cases).
Which leads us to ABBA, Waterloo and 30 years since it trounced the opposition in Brighton. There's no point talking about the music since if anyone doesn't know how this song sounds by now then there's about as much chance of them reading this review as there is of Israel being classed as part of Europe and one of their transsexual nationals winning the Song Contest. Hmmm.
Waterloo is miles better than most of the pop in the current singles charts and is light years ahead of anything else sung at Eurovision for years. The song still gets top marks, but to the record company for flogging a dead horse so much there can only be a few small bones left - a big, fat nul points.
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