First of all apologies for my late arrival but a) it has been a scorcher, b) it was qualifying for the Brit GP and c) Wimbledon is on. Pretty feeble excuses given that a) I tend to cringe indoors if it's hot, b) my interest in F1 motor racing is fairly minimal and c) I loathe 'Plinky-Plonk', as I call tennis. So alright then, I'll 'fess up, I have been feeling dead idle all day!
Also I have a partial excuse in the absolute fact that the news recently has been tedious beyond belief. There is simply nothing more to be said or written concerning Greece and its travailles. Everybody and his uncle, and his cousin, and his wife's best friend, have all gone on and bloody on about Greece, including me, and the absolutely obvious fact is that no-one knows for sure what will happen. The Greek government are a classic example of the loonies taking over the asylum. The Euro-crazies stumble around in circles praying - for the first time in their sordid little lives, I would suspect! - that the Greeks vote 'YES' at which point they will produce the whips and chains and truncheons to restore discipline - vee haf vays of making you obey! If the Greeks vote 'NO' then they will produce the whips and chains and truncheons to make sure everyone else obeys - and that includes that utter drip David Cameron. No disaster must be allowed to occur without suitable advantages being taken. Thus, whichever way the Greeks go, the rest of Europe will be bound even tighter to the Berlin-Brussels axis.
Actually, none of that was the main reason for me writing this post. Sorry, what I wanted to tell you about was a book review I saw in The Telegraph today - alas, I can't seem to find the review to provide you with a link. Anyway, it's called Yanks and Limeys and is written by Niall Barr. It concentrates on what might be called the 'marriage of convenience' between America and Britain, beginning in WWI and ending, er, well, I'm not sure, but given the goon in the White House and the total tits in and around Westminster, then about now I would guess.
Obviously it dwells considerably on Anglo-American relationships between the top brass on both sides. From what I have read of the subject in other books I would suggest mutual detestation is the only way to describe it. There is some comfort for us Brits in the fact that whatever 'mutual detestation ' existed between the allies was as nothing compared to that which existed inside the US military. I would venture that many an American general or admiral loathed their opposite numbers with far greater venom than they did the Germans!
Apparently, Eisenhower comes out of it pretty well which given his patience and endurance in trying to rule over this nest of vipers is well deserved. He might not have been a strategic genius but who else could have stopped Montgomery and Patton from killing each other?