Hours after the Swedes have watched their 10 finalists for the Eurovision national final and decided on a winner for Melodifestivalen, I’m finding it difficult to summon the strength, enthusiasm or the necessary concentration to pen my thoughts on the whole affair.
This may possibly have something to do with the pre, during and post- show drinks I consumed and the extent to which I underestimated both the punchiness of Swedish beer and the importance of eating enough during the day before drinking it. I didn’t get much sleep last night and what I did muster wasn’t terribly comfortable. I have been a low-powered blogger for most of the day as a result.
Perhaps I shouldn’t really be surprised. This isn’t just about burning the candle at both ends, or merely because of drinking on an empty stomach. There was something else at play here, I think. Something unique to the Melodifestivalen.