Not since ABBA’s Waterloo have I been able to say, honestly, that I think the Eurovision Song Contest is anything other than a professional and slickly produced spectacle where bad taste continues to prevail.

I did, however, partake once, during the finale here in Malmö in 2013 – not by watching the show, but by documenting how Turning Torso was spectacularly and colourfully lit up for the occasion.