I see from the newspapers that President Sarkozy of France has once again told our Prime Minister to shut up and go away. That makes twice in a week.
Natural enough for any full-bloodied Englishman to get upset at such an affront to our national esteem. But I think we should leave the wee chappie some slack.
After all he’s under a whole cartload of pressure.
Up against it
First of all he’s struggling with a problem he doesn’t understand (any more than the rest of us) yet must solve if only to stop his own country from going down the financial drain.
And he has to do it in cahoots with someone who is not only taller than himself but is also a German. And a woman.
Knees bend
What’s more, a woman who doesn’t see the need to walk with her knees bent like the missus, plainly thinks he’s a bit of a twit and absolutely refuses to let him have his own Gallic way. Mon Dieu!
And at his shoulder, remorselessly telling how we won’t stand for any French nonsense, is the worst kind of rosbif, an Eton-educated officer class twit who’s very six foot presence oozes an assumed superiority in everything – brain power, world knowledge, money and breeding.
While even those Greek chappies refuse to acknowledge the natural superiority of French culture, traditions and general way of doing things.
Telegraph pole
And then, to top it all, along comes Barak Obama to loom over him like some telegraph pole over a piddling poodle, while he tells us Euros to pull our finger out. Sacre bleu and plume de ma tante!
No wonder he’s a bit snappy.
I think Cameron might pour oil on troubled waters by assuring the Pres. of France that if the Boche get a bit too overbearing he can rely on we Anglais to come to the rescue. Again.
And naturally, we won’t be expecting any thanks this time either.
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