You’re burning up the quarter mile

Magdalena

We’ve had an entertaining day so far here in the press centre. Firstly, I was able to recount the story of the cat we saw in a wheelchair on our U-Bahn this morning. Its carer almost let it come a cropper when she let go of it and trundled off down the road. Only us non-Germans found it funny, so it must be a local thing to push cats around in wheelchairs.

Poland look like they might be through to the final – opinions is very much divided. But their outfits make them look like they’re sponsored by some manufacturer of incontinence pants. Must be to get the grey vote next week. But out highlight so far is the artist formerly known as Alex Sparrow. It now looks like his idol is Grease’s Danny Zucco. If you watch it from the top of the second chorus, it fits with the chorus of ‘Greased Lightning’ perfectly. Go on, prove me wrong. I can see hours of hilarity ahead of us mixing John Travolta with our Brian Blessed impressions of the other day.

I hear the Georgian party might be possible tonight. If the resistance can gain entry (by fair means or foul) there may be a synopsis of it tomorrow.

Stay lucky, and don’t forget to vote if you’re in the United Kingdom of Stuff.