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After a surreal party on Saturday night... It had a Gangster theme, Gangster rap... All police tape, chalked murder scene markings, fake money and loud tracksuits. Then on Sunday after a very long walk and a visit to the national gallery I toddled along to a bar to watch Eurovision. I didn't think Australians had such an interest and knowledge of European politics, which is basically what Eurovision has become. Where dozens of diplomats fail in bridging international boundaries and healing old...