I'd planned to capture the true nature of the event and bring a personal insight that the BBC just can't manage. But I tended to take photos when I'd had a drink so the results were 'haphazard'. Also, I kept forgetting. Hey ho, enjoy the pictures that did make it. Needless to say, the whole shebang was off-the-charts epic and I was quite the giddy goat from start to finish.
Pre-Match Build-Up
It started at the airport taxi queue. Sail-like banners announcing the 'All Aboard' theme of the event. It did not make the queue go any faster but it was lovely to see. |
Spotted amongst the guide books in the hotel. Mostly full of adverts, but still. Gamely representing what the majority of Lisbon visitors were concerned with, last week. |
Beautiful Lisbon. But squint through the arch, and what have you got? |
That's right! It's the Eurovision village! An enclosed area with a stage/screen for live events and broadcasts. Beer, food and merchandise also available. |
The merchandise queue was lengthy. |
But I made it! 'That'll be a United Kingdom scarf - By the way, I don't want Brexit - a fridge magnet and a wrist band please.' |
I saw a bit of the Orchestra of Lisbon, and Voces Caelestes Choir. They were good! |
Hoardings were covered up by previous winners and host countries. |
And another one! I took photos of all my favourite years (I'm looking at you, 1992) but you get the drift. Let's move on. |
You can't tell, but I'm sitting in my favourite restaurant in Lisbon - Grapes and Bites. |
You can't tell, but minutes after this photo was taken, Israeli Eurovision winner, Netta (and entourage) walked in to eat. She was lovely, even though we all gawped a lot because we were in the midst of celebrity. (I imagine it was the energy of my subtle yet consistent gaze that spurred her on to win three nights later.) |
You can't tell, but I hoovered this plate up, no mess. The Big Game |
The queue to get in to the Altice Arena for the 2nd semi final. |
Waiting for it to begin. I think they're supposed to be waves. |
Scott Mills is in one of those commentary boxes. I know! The glamour! |
I was in touching distance of Jon Ola Sand! Well I would have been if there weren't security guards in my way. He was in deep concentration throughout the voting. It. Is. A. Serious. Business. Post-Match Analysis |
Reality hits. Back to a dreary tarmac and not a pastel de nata in sight. |
A paused screen from BBC4. It's like Where's Wally - can you spot me? Quote from my brother-in-law - 'You look so happy, Nicky' Quote from my brother - 'Like a kid in a sweet shop.' |
Yeah, so it turns out I managed to buy an Icelandic scarf rather than an UK one. (I already owned the red one.) Hmmm. |
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