Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 29 June 2016
My German mate, Thomas, sent me this picture of our dear and departed friend, Colin, yesterday. He would always give the Germans (Thomas and Tobias) a warm welcome if he knew exactly when they were due to arrive in the little Cotswold village, but failing that he would give them this sort of send-off as they left.
Some sort of flag would be hidden in the undergrowth, ready to pull out and wave as they drove off. Sometimes it was a skull and crossbones. Other flags included the German one (WW2 version), but never the European Union blue with a circle of stars.
When I introduced him to Thomas and Tobias, I took him to Hamburg with me, and we spend a few riotous nights on the Reeperbahn, going home at 10 in the morning after Colin had spent a couple of happy hours unwittingly kissing transvestites.
When we left, he said to T & T that there were two sorts of people that he had despised all his life - Germans and homosexuals. Meeting Tobias - who is both - had completely changed his attitude and made him understand that there was no great difference in humanity between people of all varieties, which was a welcome education for him. They became best of friends.
Thomas wondered in this email what Colin would have thought about the Brexit vote, and I said with complete confidence that he would have vouted 'out', and then regretted it the next morning, along with about 50% of the rest of us Brits who do not make goods for export.