Lies Lies Lies (or lost humor)
I speak from England, where deserted streets, save the odd football hooligan, echo to the silence of our cries, yet again, to France for help.
We have been fooled by skinny bald-headed Boris; there is no vaccine here. AstraZeneca, as your towering physical & political giant M. Macron infers, is useless & probably just water.
The deceit of Waterloo, actually a Belgian “victory” - less than 10 English tourists present & those clad in fancy dress, but let’s not dwell on the loss of that great defender of liberty.
Dunkirk – we ran away as any French will tell you.
Normandy – it was only Americans and the courageous FF.
But you will know all this, you academic geniuses; you saw the light and now reside in the bastion of liberty. I salute you with the fingers of Agincourt.
Keep up your good work, save the English from themselves!
Refuse to accept those ridiculous pensions, so earned by the sweat of your academic brows. Send the pittance back & tell Boris to use it to support the Guardian & the BBC (custodians of our culture).
As for Sylvie -Agnes Bermann, I lack words to express my feelings. I am sure she is a lovely lady and good mother – Putin will enjoy her company.
Salins les Bains must be joyous gay and rainbow proud.
Salut mes amis