Saturday night's alright

Though I'm sorry Daz's splendid paedo-pop homage, Teenage Life, couldn't triumph tonight - another misfortune we can lay at the door of Mr Blair's obsession with Dubya - I'm delighted that the Finns rocked Eurovision.

Three hours seemed a little too long to indulge post-ironically, though, so I've enjoyed a Tales of the City evening instead: reading volume 3, and watching volume 1. It's got all of Eurovision's high camp, but none of the rigged voting.