BBC Eurovision Producer Helen's Blog Part 3
Helen Tumbridge once again brings her unique insight into the crazy world that is Eurovision. Warning - the following blog contains contains celebrity anecdotes, lifts and Jedward.
I’ve had surreal moments in my time. For example:
- Travelling ten hours to film a cat that it’s owner said played ping pong - it didn’t
- Sitting with Roger Moore and Mr Blobby in a BBC tea bar.
- An incident with Jim Davidson that really can’t be blogged, but just wait for that book I’m planning…
But last night topped it all. Russell - my fellow producer - told 12 year old Lyndon and me that we had to be Jedward. I can’t tell you my response cos I’ll be edited, and the man back at the BBC knows how I hate to be edited (editor’s note – this is true). So, Lyndon and I were the two people behind the masks on BBC Three last night. I don’t know if I was Jed, or Ward. I just know it was a low point of my career and three years of drama school were wasted.
Also on the show was Denmark’s A Friend in London, David from Romania and the Twiins from Slovakia. I had them all - and their entourage - in a lift. I think we broke the world record for the number of people in a lift. On the subject of lifts, I have found the one remaining lift in the building that works. Please don’t tell anyone or they’ll switch it off. It was like the United Nations in a lift. I did worry if we got stuck that we’d all end up eating each other. I casually glanced around wondering who’s limbs I’d first start munching on, not the Twiins for sure, not a scrap of meat on them.
I wonder if you noticed the cheer Blue got when they played a 30 second clip from their video last night. It was by far the biggest cheer in the arena, bigger than the bookies favourite France. We’re currently second favourite….. can someone book the O2 for May next year please.
There were some real shocks last night. Norway didn’t get through. Turkey didn’t get through. But the biggest shock of all was how far I had to walk. I went round the clock a few times on my pedometer I can tell you.
And as Wednesday dawns, the sun is shining, there’s not a cloud in the sky, and I’m proud to announce the return of – drum roll please – “Tumbridge Tours”, so good they named it once.
After the rip roaring success of last year’s boat trip up and down a fjord where I threw myself at the Captain (a blonde version of Russell Crowe but with a sailor’s glint in his good eye) I thought we’d go on another boat. We’re off up the Rheine, along with France, Germany, Italy and Spain. I hope it’s a big boat. We’re all going to sing our songs and then we’ve been told we’re going to spontaneously join together in a verse and a chorus of “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”. How I love planned spontaneity. I can’t quite bring myself to tell Blue they’ve got to do this. I’m putting it here in the hope they’ll read it. Anyhow, whilst they spontaneously have fun, I’m going to scout round the port side looking for a sailor.