My favourite Eurovision was about 25 years ago. At a mate’s in London, vodka and acid, TV turned down and jungle playing on the HiFi at full volume, distorting to fuck, chain smoking while playing poker. Those were the days.
Just enjoy Eurovision for what it is - a complete fuck fest of european (and, now- Aussieopean) lunacy. Personally, I love it and haven’t missed a show for years. Mainly because, as suggested above, I get trolleyed, have a few silly bets, and enjoy the commentary ( I miss Terry W). I have started early with a couple of ales plus a small glass or two of rye. Once the rugby finishes I will cook some 24 hr marinated lamb chops, hit the red wine, get out the scoresheet and squint at the telly through blurred vision.