I don't know how many of you have access to European TV, but those who do will doubtless have joined me in tuning in to the Eurovision Song Contest from Helsinki on Saturday. Technically a well-managed production, to be sure. Poor old Sibelius only rated a passing mention (in one of the films linking the entries) but that is no doubt just as well, as the poor quality of the songs - even by the mediocre standards of Eurovision - was truly something to behold. Sure, nobody watches the contest for its erudition, but normally some of them are at least mildly amusing. This year only the British entry (a camp send-up of airline attendants) and the German one (a not-so-camp send up of American crooners) had that distinction. The rest... oh dear. And how anybody can claim that Armenia is a European country beggars belief.
On reflection perhaps it's just as well that Sibb was kept at arm's length. It would have been a pity to incur extra gardening bills at Ainola to repair the damage caused by him turning in his grave.