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Worst. Eurovision. Ever.
If you want a look into the kind of nonsense that goes on behind the scenes at the contest, Worst. Eurovision. Ever. will take you on a wild ride around the rehearsals, dressing rooms and showbiz parties with such an informed eye that you'll never look at the dear old contest the same way again.
As a journalist, Roy has been covering the contest in person since the nineties, and over those years he's seen all sorts of unexpected misbehaviour and excess.
When some plucky underdogs from Moldova unexpectedly won the Eurovision Song Contest, the show's organisers were instantly worried about how they were going to hold the following year's competition in such a small and little-visited country. But the location was the least of their worries as a procession of unlikely artists began to be chosen for the show, and everything from Norwegian black metallers, a Saudi Arabian prince performing for San Marino, and an Icelandic bloke dressed as a dog caused a cascade of complications before a single note had even been sung. Can they keep all the egos in check, or is the whole thing going to come tumbling down around them?
If you want a look into the kind of nonsense that goes on behind the scenes at the contest, Worst. Eurovision. Ever. will take you on a wild ride around the rehearsals, dressing rooms and showbiz parties with such an informed eye that you'll never look at the dear old contest the same way again.
As a journalist, Roy has been covering the contest in person since the nineties, and over those years he's seen all sorts of unexpected misbehaviour and excess.
When some plucky underdogs from Moldova unexpectedly won the Eurovision Song Contest, the show's organisers were instantly worried about how they were going to hold the following year's competition in such a small and little-visited country. But the location was the least of their worries as a procession of unlikely artists began to be chosen for the show, and everything from Norwegian black metallers, a Saudi Arabian prince performing for San Marino, and an Icelandic bloke dressed as a dog caused a cascade of complications before a single note had even been sung. Can they keep all the egos in check, or is the whole thing going to come tumbling down around them?