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Boom Bang a Blog is not the only one with a touch of Eurovision this week.

Well, we say 'a touch' - let's be honest - Eurovision is slapped about this bit of the web like Joan Collins applying Polyfilla.

Ormskirk Advertiser editor Peter Harvey has also admitted an affection for Le Concours de Chanson past in the more well-rounded world (you'll be relieved one exists) of Touchline Dad.

Have a click here to find out more.

This is all most peculiar.

For weeks now, I've been planning this blog.

I must confess, I thought long and hard before commiting to it, as:

(a) It's all about my affection for the Eurovision Song Contest so, inevitably, some people reading this for the first time will assume I can't dress myself, live in my mum's cellar and spend my days cross referencing Eurovisiony statistics while humming the refrain from the tune which finished sixth in the 1975 German national final. I don't (well, I do hum obscure national final stuff on occasion), but hopefully - as we journey together, hand-in-metaphorical-hand - you'll realise that fans of 'the Contest' are able to lead normal lives, without fear of sunlight or songs longer than three minutes in duration.