Mr President, you can’t hoodwink us
First Emmanuel Macron dressed up in a military hoodie to look like Volodymyr Zelensky, now he’s pictured in a shirt unbuttoned to his navel, showing off his hairy chest, a la Burt Reynolds. It’s a shameless attempt to appear like the macho man he isn’t.
Macron is an investment banker who saw politics as a route to fame and wealth via his boyish good looks and natural charm. He’s David Cameron and Tony Blair in a Chanel suit. Shallower than a puddle of squirrel urine and oilier than a mackerel’s tongue.
I’d wish him gone if the Le Pen alternative wasn’t so horrific. And so would the French.
Meghan Markle has visited, which is good news for a certain type of middle-aged commentator who spews bile at her as instinctively as they do at Diane Abbott. But why, when it’s her husband coming out with the weird stuff, such as inferring the Queen needs to be protected from her own family?
Harry sounds like he’s turning into David Icke, who believes the royals are lizards disguised as humans. Surely he knows that’s only his Uncle Andrew.