I was going to post something to do with Eurovision and thus maintain the illusion that this blog is topical, but unfortunately I couldn’t find anything that I liked.
In fact the search itself was demoralising. Whether or not Clodagh Rodgers would wear her hot pants for the big night was a matter of vital importance to the whole nation forty years ago, but now I just look at the video on YouTube and think she looks like a huge, ambulatory blancmange.
Something else instead.
Nena wasn’t a Eurovision contestant as far as I know but she is German, and Germany is in Europe, and she rocks black leather trousers even better than I do, which isn’t something you’ll hear me say all that often.
Everyone’s a superhero
Everyone’s with Captain Kirk.