Oh Sakis, you of the ingeniously tight shirt, you of the I-can’t-sing-but-I-can-shake-and-that’s-good-enough-for-a-third-place, you of the flirting with Paul De Leeuw: Welcome Back!!! “If that mullet can come back a second time and win, I’m in for a shot” you must have thought (well you and Carola, Charlotte Nilsson, Chiara, … it doesn’t always turn out so well really, but let’s not dwell on that!). But oh how we’ve missed you. And I’m so pleased you bring us another gay dance stomper, we really can’t have enough of those at Eurovision. Be sure to bring some dancers, to perhaps even take off your shirt and don’t forget the wind machine (perhaps you can borrow Azerbaijan’s). Perhaps you can do this great dance with dancers in a lit up closet who do some kind of nodding/tic routine? No? Well, think about it. Sakis, you’re fantastically trashy, don’t ever change.
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