Some
light Chinese relief from the unrelenting Euro-Grimm-Tales. Mrs. Bo admits she
had Neil Heywood whacked, and even sat in on the hit: it would seem because he
knew too much about the $5 bil odd that Mrs. Bo had salted abroad. Chinese
confessions are notoriously reliable; based as they are on skills that treat
water-boarding as child’s-play.
The
Syrians shoot down a Turkish F4 (and sadly it appears the crew have perished).
The only mercy is that it wasn’t the Greeks what dunnit.
The
Germans shoot down the Greeks. Angela tip-toes into Rome, floats like a
butterfly and stings like a bee; leaving the Trio Latino with jaws agape to
continue the fiddling while Rome burns theme. Angela then climbs back on her
broom and heads off to Gdansk to see her Euro2012 team whack the high hopes of
the Greeks for the second time in one day. With the poor new Greek PM and
FinMin both im Krankenhaus, it’s shaping up as another terrible weekend for the
pbg’s. Time for the mercy rule to be invoked. Pauvre M. Hollande – he’ll just
have to go home and face one of his mistresses.
Barroso,
com tapete, shows just why the whole Euro-project is in such a mess.
A
sigh of relief all around that it’s the weekend. But for the French, more
misery as bankrupt Spain ejects them from Euro12. So it’s down to Spain v
Portugal in one semi, England v Italy to determine who takes on Angela’s Jungen
in the other. My crystal ball (knowing nothing about the beautiful game)
says Germany beats Spain in the final. Who knows, with Italy in such a funk,
England could prevail. Then they’d get hit by the Teutonic Train. What an irony
if Germany does stand atop the Euro-tournament when the smoke all clears. One
can only hope for Spain to play a World Cup type blinder and at least make Die
Kanzlerin’s steely eyes water.
Simon
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