There's all the lighthearted fun of Eurovision high camp and glitter and dressing up, and its messages about inclusivity, and then there's the UK's entry last night, caressing the jockstraps of his scantily clad fellow performers as they writhed about in a set that looked like a fairly dirty public toilet.
I can imagine that being a fairly hard sell to the voting public of some of the more socially conservative parts of Eastern and Southern Europe as they decided who they wanted to vote for.
Nul points.