The right coloured rosette
Today I sat by the river, my river, it was warm almost balmy, it could have been anywhere in Europe; Lake Como in Italy, Saumur on the Loire, Koblenz on the Rhine/Moselle but no it was in England and there is an election.
In Italy and France there would be the same heated election discussions but the rivalries would concern local men, local candidates who would best serve the interest of their locality.
Here it is, more often or not it is, who of the parachuted in candidates, wears the right coloured rosette. Mere voting fodder for your particular choice of would be megalomaniac whether it is Brown or Cameron for these are realistically the only two in contention for the top job.
In the UK we have a “special relationship” with America which means they say jump we say how high and do so, in Europe America they say jump they say “Si Senor, or “Oui Monsieur” but what is in it for us? America makes an offer which they, the Europeans, accept take what is on offer and then find ways and/or reasons for not delivering.
We must learn how to play the game the European way and distance ourselves from the failing American economy not to do so is to court disaster.