The Serbian final was a sparse affair, whereby three specially selected acts warbled out some songs all apparently written by the same chap, to varying states of interest. One chap staggered about in front of some slightly more dynamic backing lads while he gargled a mid tempo tune. Then a young girl sung a fragile but unmemorable ballad, before a fullsome lass belted out a whole-hearted Euroclub fave.
Thankfully, the last of the three bagged the seat on the plane to Vienna with full marks after some extraordinarily unexciting voting. We're pleased about that here, as it was the only one of the three with a bit of go in it.