We are here! And look, out of our window, St Pancras, with a sliver of the British Library ... And a sunset. The plane was delayed, albeit not badly, so it's been a weirdly truncated Saturday, and we are now collapsed in time-worn fashion in front of the Eurovision Song Contest, which is its customary and increasingly baffling blend of self-aware kitsch and terrible dance songs. And ... whatever the Swedish entry is. One thing's certain: we're not in the US any more ...
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