The recent cringe-worthy visit of the First Man to France demonstrated the qualities of Gallic behaviour. Larger than life, self-satisfied and fundamentally hypocritical. Excusez-moi? Did you say those adjectives describe their No. One Visitor? Oh, yes, I hadn’t noticed. By all accounts the French populace were less than impressed.
Meanwhile, back in the real world (London) his demands for a ‘better reception’ when he deigns to grace us with his ineffable presence, were met with a straightforward, ‘Well, you know the British press’. So he should not hold his presidential breathe.
Says it all really.
Boadicea's Chariot 
The Gronk in Chief struggles to grasp reality. It’s the curse having had a coterie of sycophants for his entire life. His followers are almost as delusional as Corbynites. I say “almost” only because Trump at least expects people to work for their living.
Paradoxically French presidents are frequently challenged in the altitude department – needing to big up on the diplomatic stage.
…While Don the One is getting antsy about the opinion polls which of course are wrong.
Janus: The only thing saving Don the One is that the opposition are apparently committed to self-destruction. Had the Republicans sent anyone else they’d be miles ahead of where they stand now. Instead, they are stuck with a man who is apparently committed to saving the opposition from itself by turning himself into a buoy.
CT, your use of the strangely pronounced ‘buoy’ is new to me. I can guess what it means but pls help.
Janus: He’s floating somewhere miles from reality. The opposition hold onto him and in doing so don’t sink entirely.
Meantime, here I am in sunny, breezy Sussex, to the sound of children celebrating the end of school until September – blissfully unaware of Le Continent not so far away. Bonnes vacances, mes amis et autres!
Janus: Please enjoy your holiday! The Continent will sort itself out, it always does — even if that involves lots of bollocks and the occasional decapitation.