The more I think about this, the more I feel compelled to turn away from the Wagnerian cause. If it were anything else - slippers, wellies, even Crocs - I could justify it somehow, but flipflops are just taking it too far. It's like our Lord has taken the trust that we have placed in him, and thrown it back in our faces with his mindless sartorial choices - where is the elegantly-arrayed stallion who performed 'Bat Out Of Hell' with such vigour?
The only possible explanation I can offer myself for succour in these hard times is that, perhaps, Dannii Minogue displayed remarkable insight last night. Perhaps it was Wagner's brother on that treadmill, wearing those flipflops, whilst our Lord himself was out healing the sick and pirouetting on water. But this explanation, though tempting, offers little relief for my soul.