Politics is always good for a larf. The ink is hardly dry on France’s vituperative propaganda against the UK’s protection of its sovereignty and its ‘City’, when suddenly the excess of sweetness and light is enough to induce chronic nausea. Maybe Bismarck was right: politics really is only the art of the possible. But I wonder if it is also the art of selective amnesia.
A caption or two wouldn’t come amiss either.
Boadicea's Chariot 
I think Sarkozy needs all the friends he can get at the moment, Janus. Though his rating has improved since he officially declared himself as a candidate. Some of my French friends, while not too keen on him, feel that the eurozone is in such a mess they ought to stick with the bloke who knows something about it.
Caption? “Come on, you didn’t really think I meant it!”
“Yes Dave, I know you are taller than me, but my lectern has a crest on it.”
It iz now fir munths since zee babee, how long did Samantha make yu wate for yor first leg uvur?
Sheona, France itself is running out of friends too. They are no longer in the Eurozone first division. A bit like Arsenal really, also run by a self-obsessed Froggie.
Now we come to ze coopération militaire Zis eez how we do zings militaire en France. Repeat aprés moi, “Je me rendre!”
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