Eurovision, douze points!

÷ Sir — What the heck is it about Eurovision?

I don’t consider myself cheesy, but I think I must have been a very cheesy child. Ever since I can remember, I used to count down the hours on Eurovision Saturdays.

I’d watch avidly, noting my own scores and comments on each song. We used to tape it at home in the 1970s on a reel-to-reel tape. In the 1980s we’d video it and watch the performances over and over, often trying to copy them ourselves, dressing up, dancing, miming, imagining.

We would try to pick our favourites, like choosing from a box of Milk Tray.

Recently, we have had rain and sun from the heavens but a drought from the other elements — no early summer barbeques, no club hurling, no plays, concerts or festivals.

There’s no going out to browse for sandals, or communion dresses, or anything else that feeds a human being.

Now we are programmed not to touch, not to sneeze, not to cough. Watch your neighbour — not to covet his goods or his wife but to make sure he doesn’t have visitors.

Well anyway, in the middle of all this gloom, the 2020 Eurovision was just lovely! Nobody won but everybody won. Well done, well done. M Purcell, Tulla, Co Clare