On my mind

Llanelli Star - - LETTERS - With Gra­ham Davies ■ Fol­low Gra­ham on Twit­[email protected]

IT is break­fast in a Siena ho­tel un­der an iconic por­trait of fa­mous Sienese artist Tagli­ateIle. I don’t nor­mally like people un­til about 10am and the crois­sants were filled with some­thing gooey.

When the drum­mer of the Gi­raffe con­trada (a kind of lo­cal com­mu­nity group) started his morn­ing prac­tice nearby I knew it was go­ing to be a challengin­g day.

The mem­bers of the multi­na­tional group around the break­fast ta­ble found it quite amus­ing when the An­gela Merkel im­per­son­ator in­tro­duced me as Herr Brexit and sug­gested that I do a deal or no deal with the ho­tel ASAP, prefer­ably in eu­ros, be­fore I checked out and the UK crashed out of the world. I did praise die Deutschen, how­ever, for their gen­er­ous ac­cep­tance of so many refugees.

The Ital­ian guests were dis­ap­pointed that, post Brexit, Boris Fib­bis­simo, as they strangely re­ferred to him, could not team up with lo­cal phi­lan­thropist Mat­teo Salvini who also en­joys mak­ing mod­els, mainly of lit­tle boats.

The French guests, who also com­plained about the crois­sants, men­tioned their Min­is­ter for Euro­pean Af­fairs who was re­ported in Le Monde as hav­ing named her cat Brexit since he “wakes me up ev­ery morn­ing miaow­ing to death be­cause he wants to go out, and then when I open the door he stays in the mid­dle, un­de­cided, and then gives me evil looks when I put him out.”

The Amer­i­cans were quite happy with the crois­sants and their abil­ity to ap­point the next Bri­tish PM and the Bri­tish Am­bas­sador and take over the NHS, the world and the uni­verse. You have a great day now.

There is only one good thing that can come out of all this – they can’t stuff a Welsh cake with any­thing gooey, erm... can they?

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