Nobody loves us

Ahh, the auld Eurovision. We used to be the kings and queens of this odd but compelling contest. Our Logans and Martins and Danas and all the others, they only had to step out on the stage and the douze points were racking up faster than a Fianna Fáil church gate collection.

During the glory years, we’d sit down in front of the TV as a family with a big box of Emerald toffees without the distraction of smart phones and tablets. How things have changed. Once our Eurovision contenders were household names, now they are nearly refusing to be identified, mindful of the annual semi-final exit.

We were once the equivalent of the Kilkenny hurlers in Eurovison; now we are the equivalent of the Kilkenny footballers.

A great man, Shay Healy, once wrote What’s Another Year? And maybe he was right.

Rumour has it that Enda Kenny will resign as Taoiseach when we win another Eurovision!

Xavier McCullough,