After
a few days of pondering the tea leaves of the first round of the French
presidential election, we now have some distance and objectivity to consider le
dénouement de Dimanche le 6ème Mai.
Marine
is playing her cards like the savvy pouline française she has become. Ainsi
l’homme aux chaussures elevées encourage basement les parieurs de Marine. The
polls say François has a 55/45 lead, so the vertically challenged one has some
ground to make up in the stretch. Though Marine is no longer in the race she
still has une cravache a main.
Most likely Hollande will squeak it at
the post, which will mean Die Haus-Frau von dem Osten muss ihre Zähne
zusammenbeißen and make the congratulatory call to Paris. The beginning of the
end of die herzliche Harmonie (aka entente cordiale).
For those of you following the cut and
thrust of UK Coalition politics, the Lib Dems now have one on Camborne OE – to
offset the embarrassment of the affaire Chris Huhne. The Dirty Digger News of
the Screws saga has exposed the hapless Kultcha’ Secretary, one Jeremy Hunt, as
being a pawn in the Digger’s dirty doings. Even worse for Dodgy Dave, it’s
clear he’s been pandering to the Clan Digger more than he likes to admit (not
to mention riding out on one of the Met’s ponies with the redoubtable Rebekah
of the Chipping Norton set). Oi ‘ad that James Murdoch in the back o’ me cab
once.
Poor Mr. Huhne. Bad enough that he’s in
the dock for requiring his wife to take a speeding rap for him. (It’s the
perjury that’ll get ya every time). But it now comes to light that his (former)
assistant/lover Carina Trimingham, swings wildly both ways and was in a same
sex civil union at the very time Huhne was playing away matches with her. That
should keep the “family court” in business for a while.
Sadly for Jeremy, he’s also Sec of
Sport, so his downfall will likely preeëmpt his presiding over London12. Tant
pis; but carrying water for Dodgy Dave is risky. These OE’s stick together like
….
Hague assures us Neil Heywood OH, was
not in the pay of MI6. Not so for poor Gareth Williams of Anglesey whose genius
for maths and cryptology somehow led him via GCHQ to be very dead in a piece of
locked luggage in his own bath. Leaving a very fine wardrobe of ladies garments
and fashion accessories. The inquest continues after disclosing date rape drug
GHB (not to be confused with GBH) was found in his system. Was he or was he not
an autodidact or was he helped on his way?
A very sad tale that even John Le Carré
might not have conjured. Where were the Watchers when Gareth needed to be
rescued? When the Brits do spy tragedy, they certainly pull out all the stops.
Thanks to my
son-in-law Doug Lodder (Lucy’s Dad), my sometime emanations on affaires current
are now consigned to a Blog. It’s all a bit Greek to me. In any event it’s to
be found at http://imeffed.blogspot.com/
Its name as you
will have immediately recognized is I M Effed. That’s Doug’s idea – probably
inspired by the lovely Mme Lagarde. I might have been much less subtle and
titled it We R Effed. In any event, please check it out and if perchance
feeling bored with time to waste, supply a contentious, irreverent, or
tasteless comment (or refutation of any of my nonsense). I’ll be happy to let
you use it as an alternative to my emails cluttering up your Junk file.
Happy May Day to all you members of the
haute bourgeoisie.
