Often times people ask us here at Apocalypse why we go to the trouble of sitting through three-and-a-half hours of mediocre Belrussian auditions in a Monday morning. Is it some kind of self-flagelation, they enquire? No, it's much better than that. It's like diving for pearls. You'll get oyster after oyster that's perfectly formed yet has no shiny sea jewel at its heart. And then you'll get one like this. A true pearl of Eurovisionia.
There's a lot to unpack here. Why does she have her coat on, for starters? It's not Christmas Top Of The Pops, after all, and she certainly won't feel the benefit when she goes out into the harsh January Minsk afternoon. Then she begins to sing. Well we say sing, but it's something roughly approximating the description. But then the really sweet stuff begins to happen.
We won't spoil all the surprises, but this really is one of those once a year moments that'll have you peaking through your fingers from behind the sofa, but heartily applauding the performer for her splendid efforts at the end. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Pavloni! Treasure this moment!