So I was wrong. Although to be fair, as the inimitable Sir Terry Wogan once said, Eurovision voters are "as mad as a bucket of frogs".
None of the bookies favourites - nor my top five - set the scoreboard on fire.
Now that I've had a day to calm down, here's an attempt to try and understand what the hell happened.
#1 AZERBAIJAN
Like Russia before them, Azerbaijan have been absolutely desperate to win since they first entered, but I'm even more upset about this than I was about Dima Bilan's victory in 2008.
Admittedly, the song is an OK pop number and Azeri J.Lo's kicking goals for cougars in pursuit of her man-boy...but Baku 2012? Really?
There's a potential war with Armenia simmering away in the background, and in 2009 Azeris who voted for their neighbouring country's Eurovision effort were QUESTIONED BY SECRET POLICE for being 'unpatriotic'.
Need I say more.
#2 ITALY
Europeans love jazz. Even if it's awful.
#3 SWEDEN
Health alert! Bieber Fever is clearly more widespread than we first thought.
Yes, Eric is cute and yes, his song is catchy.
But why this up-tempo boybandy number in third place, and not sexy-in-a-rapey-way Russia, sexy-in-a-stupid-way Blue or not-at-all-sexy-but-endearingly-energetic Ireland?
Baffled.
#4 UKRAINE
This was not about the song (yes, yes, insert joke about Eurovision never being about the music here).
It was about the sand.
And those sand pictures WERE amazing. (Although they did look a bit like a dirty protest, as Charlie Brooker suggested on Twitter).
Drunks at parties clearly couldn't take their eyes off what was going on behind this bland ballad, and thought that was what they were supposed to be voting on.
Idiots.
#5 DENMARK
OK, I can sort of see what Europe was thinking here. Who doesn't love cute blond boys who look like they can play instruments?
They even managed to out-quiff Jedward, which takes some doing.
THINGS WE'VE LEARNED:
- Bookies have no idea (poor, poor France)
- Commercial success is no guarantee of Eurovision success (ahem, Blue)
- Azerbaijan exists...and we're heading there next year