The Hungarians offered perhaps the biggest surprise package of the year, as A Dal finally became the one to watch after so many years slight misfires. Almost everyone liked at least three songs in their final, and nobody is too terribly disappointed with the result. Well, he was a bit of a beefcake, after all.
That's not to say the show wasn't without its stranger moments. Somehow I'd managed to avoid seeing the boy Gergő here in the run up to the final, so what joyous riches he dealt me as I sat gaping at the screen, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. It started traditionally enough - moody looking lad ululating slowly in a lively suit, until the skip beat kicked in and four muscly dancers leapt onto the stage to do a bit of formation leg dancing.
At the two minute mark, the breakdown encouraged the whole lot of them to swing their pants about in a glorious fashion before something quite unexpected happened. I won't give it away if you've not seen it, but viewers of a certain age will be reminded of the old time music hall act Wilson, Keppel and Betty.
Oh, and you'll probably have to sit through an advert for Hungarian Tescos first if you click the link, but treat it as a cross-cultural experience.
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