The king of Mallorca turns 80 and life just starts. At least for one whose blue -blooded hand has everything under control.
A column by Janna Halbroth
80 years Jürgen Drews! You have to let that melt on your tongue, such as an ice cube in the lukewarm bucket Sangria on Ballermann. The man, who was only drunk once in his life and yet has so numerous frenzy, celebrates his birthday today. He still looks fitter than many 40 years of Malle after a weekend.
You can think of hit music what you want – but from Jürgen Drews? It is more than just “a bed in the cornfield”. The man is a German cultural asset with a foehn wave. One who actually never really liked the hits himself and did not become a pop singer in good old Chuck Norris manner, but has adopted the hit. One who has never taken himself too seriously and at the same time declared the king of an entire island. One who has often announced his retirement than Howard Carpendale. A poet, a thinker, a king.
While others study the weather forecast in the morning because they fear for their hip joints, the king of Mallorca has swung his stages on the stages between Upper Bavaria and Megapark until the recent past. The sun always always seems to him. And not only Mallorca cannot do without this good weather guarantee. Germany also needs a king like Jürgen Drews. Especially now that we almost go around how Germans usually do it at the Playa de Palma.
Therefore a high on the noble. For the next 80 years in which Jürgen Drews, as he would say, has “everything under control”-oh-oho, on the falling ship. Don’t panic on the Titanic, land in sight, we don’t die with this king.
Jürgen Drews, he is our Sangria: You never know exactly what is in it, but he puts you in a good mood. Therefore, it can hardly be a coincidence that the beaches of Mallorca colored blue in the days before his birthday. Blue, like the blood in the veins of the king of Mallorca.
