OK, this time I really am back in business after my peregrinations. Alas, I don’t have a well-crafted essay to offer you explaining, say, the political situation in South East Asia, so instead this will be a rambling meander through various topics that (sort of) interest me.
First, I thought I should announce my candidature for the job of POTUS. Well, everyone and his uncle seem to be eager to join the fray so why not me? I realise, of course, that I am only a third-rater but most of the others are fourth, fifth or even tenth-raters. You may wonder what principles I am standing for, so let me tell you that I am standing for me, that’s me as in me, me, ME! Most of my opponents are standing for the same but they haven’t the guts to say so! Some of my picky American friends might complain that I am disqualified because I am a Brit. Nonsense, of course, the White House is in desperate need of a bit of class and an elderly British gent like me would be perfect.
Second, we can all look forward to the new TV series, “FIFA is fucked!” ‘This one will run and run’ and a ten-box DVD pack can be expected at the end. Everyone is looking forward to the last scene in which Sepp Blatter is seen in his yellow prison suit shuffling with his shackled ankles through the main gate of the biggest, hardest prison in America. There’s nothing I like better than a good hearty laugh!
Alas, the Greek tragedy, like its ancient, classical predecessors, seems to be going on and on and on. Will the Greek virgin be sacrificed on the altar of the cruel ‘Juncker the Drunker’ or, with one bound will she be free to be herself as the Greek tart flogging her assets to the highest briber? I don’t know but I think I should be told because the whole bloody rigmarole has gone on for far too long.
I’m off for a swim now, see you all later.