Fortysomethings and Duran Duran

It’s easy to smirk at your mother’s obsession for all things Cliff Richard, but have you ever thought that your on-going fascination with Simon le Bon and the boys isn’t really all that different? When is iconic iconic and when is it just four not quite fat blokes in white suits and red bandanas who aren’t stupid and have suddenly realised that you’re a demographic timebomb?