It should have been a disaster.
The Eurovision song contest is famously laughable. A kitsch, camp romp through the European musical dustbins it is there for a laugh.
The idea that a 76 year old singer with a funny name was going to save the UK’s blushes was treated with much contempt but after years of ethic X factor cast offs, risible singers dressed as air hostesses and Terry Wogan claiming it was a fix because East European countries voted for each other despite the fact they all hated each other something had to be done.
Unlikely as it would see Engelbert has puled off a major coup and is fronting a song that is almost neo Nick Cave or a Rick Rubin version of Johnny Cash in its swooning, swooping, melancholic balladry. it’s quite possibly the best Eurovision song that the UK has ever come up with.