Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 27 June 2016
Anything you say may be taken down...
Monday morning, and the Chancellor went out early to give us the wonderful news that Japan's exports are now rocketing thanks to Brexit doing for them what they have been trying to do for themselves for years - devalue the Yen.
Personally, if there is one good thing to come out of this, it is the promise of not being bothered by late-night emails from some disgruntled bloggers who do not know how to find the 'off' button on their computers, but I have had these promises many times before and - as with many other things - I don't take them seriously.
There are all sorts of ways of escaping reality, and last night it was watching Coldplay live at Glastonbury. Then the bastard just HAD to mention Brexit, and I was thrown back into the here and now. Not only the here and now but tomorrow, which is now today - Monday, and back to school.
For John, it was a whole platoon of uniformed police, marching up to a tattooed member of the public, stopping to face him as one of their rank stepped forward, knelt on one knee, proposed, was accepted, then stood up to a full-blown snog in front of the general public, with parents photographing the event for posterity. My father would have been asking how much this cost the public purse, but anything which makes the police appear as human as the rest of us is money well spent as far as I am concerned.
I must say though, that I really do not understand public proposals of marriage. I find them cringe-making to watch, and the best/worst one I have seen was when a man proposed to a woman, not only in public, but also on national T.V. and she refused him. Now THAT takes courage.
I think if ever I was to propose to someone, I would like a platoon of police to be standing behind me to make sure that my fiancé gave the right answer.