TRUE-LIFE
Crowding round the TV with my mother and big sister Kate, I was mesmerised.
I was only little, and it was the first time I’d been allowed to stay up past my bedtime to watch the Eurovision Song Contest.
It was in black and white on our 60s telly.
But though I couldn’t see all the colourful glitz and glamour, I still thought it was magical.
‘Can I stay up next year,’ Mummy?’ I pleaded.
She said yes, and
