Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 6 September 2013
Tall Poppy Syndrome
I listened to the radio between 5.00 am and 9.00am this morning, but although I am just about as clued-up on current affairs as it is possible to be, I was asleep through most of it, so I may not be the best person to ask what is going on in the world.
One item which woke me up through it's sheer momentousness though, was a snippet about the ongoing G20 conference being held in Russia, where all the all the Heads of State who are any Heads of State are supposed to be discussing world economics.
Of course, the main topic of conversation is Syria and U.N. involvement, and this has provided President Putin with some excellent opportunities to insult Prime Minister Cameron in particular, and Great Britain in general.
Putin has simply pointed out the obvious by saying that "Britain is a small island which nobody takes any notice of", but I bet that smarted to the already wounded Cameron.
I have been longing for the time when nobody takes any notice of Great Britain (and here I should remind Johnny-Foreigner that the word 'Great' only means the collection of even smaller islands which go to make up the whole), and I began to wonder if it would ever come about in my lifetime. When people take notice of you, it becomes both expensive and dangerous, and we simply cannot afford the attention these days.
We cannot even afford to defend ourselves now, thanks to our small island being economically overrun by almost every industrial nation other than our own, not that we have been industrial for many years since She Who Must Not Be Mentioned dismantled our industry-base.
Now that the USA is about to pull up the tent pegs and go home, we are actually talking of Germany as our closest potential ally! Germany, with France a close second! Both the UK and Germany will have to ask France if we can borrow some nuclear weapons if things get a bit out of hand in the future. The United States of Europe is fast becoming a reality.
At last. Britain - officially - no longer rules the waves (except for a tiny stretch of water just off Gibraltar which 'we' have made unnavigable by dropping a few hundred tons of old concrete blocks into).
Now I can go on holiday to Spain this weekend a little more relaxed, knowing that at least one reason to kill me has been taken away from the hoards of militant terrorists that roam around Europe waiting to pounce on innocent civilians, even though I will be visiting Christian churches built in the ruins of medieval Mosques.
And now for the winner of the competition: Oh, there isn't one. The last job that I completed this week (see post) is a marble cap (see above) to a pillar-shaped plinth, but I would not have expected to you guess that. It is far more boring than all your suggestions about what it might be, despite looking like a 1950s flying saucer when upside-down.