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Hungary

After a brief dalliance with Eurovision in the 1990's, 2005 hailed a welcome return for Hungary. Ginger-curled Charlie put a lot of people off wanting them back after 1998, but time is a great healer, and with many cheap airlines flying into Budapest for fun, we cheered on Hungary and still have change for a plate of perch in a paprika stew. Sadly this delicacy was stolen away from us, as Hungary decided not to partake in 2006. Shame.

The Herreys

Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley was a winner in 1984, for the white-chinoed Swedish Herreys. Yet another classic in the canon of 1980's nonsense, witha number of distinctly average layers of verse surrounding a chorus of crumbly cheese...and man jam. Dig the Kenny G sax! Wow at the Family Fortunes backing riff! How did this win again?

House of Horrors

 

A strong constitution is required here

The Only Vampire ever to appear in the ESC
A brick couldn't crack that fringe
She looks a tad simple, but believe or not, she isn't. She's hairy "Fanny" from la France
Douzepoints for the hair
This guy's Irish, but I don't know if its Liam Neeson
The male Missing Link
Alec Baldwin. Christ. No, Alec Baldwin
Turkey 1983, or Mike Reid's brother.

Helena Paparizou

Find me a Greek woman who dresses with a suitable size of clothing for their form, and I'll reward you with a prize. Sticking closely to the usual female Greek way of revealing every curve, Helena's posing put great strain on the huge wardrobe she employed. Helena has actually had a couple of go's at Eurosong, and both have been covered in glory. She came third in 2001 with Antique. Back then, it was a standout track, and remains in the canon of great Eurovision songs that should have won. In 2005, she entered as a strong favourite, won easy-peasy, and spent her coronation year marketing herself like no-one has ever marketed herself before.

Hugo & Nicole

The best dance in Eurosong history. For me, it is the inane smiling that separates it from the rest. Nicole should have eaten the stage with Hugo in 1971 but was poorly. Infamously she returned 2 years later and along with Hugo, threw their legs across the stage clad in violet flared catsuits and matching platforms. It was magnificent, and the stolid audience of the age could never appreciated the modernity of the performance. It came in last, to the eternal shame of the Seventies, of which these Belgians were a shining light.