Now, we’re not ones for pomp (Pump class on a Friday, yes. Pomp, no). And we won’t have circumstance in the house. But when it comes to pomping and circumstancing the 65th anniversary of D-Day, we do think the French need to remember who was involved.
It has come to light (and we – for once! – are at one with The Daily Cunt) that French authorities have declined to invite any member of the Royals to the ceremony, even though they have made it very clear they would like to attend. Meanwhile, they are falling over their short little selves (that’s a dig at Sarkozy, btw) to get Obama there.
That’s fine. He’s hot. We get it. But let’s not forget that The Queen is the only head of state who was actually serving in the armed forces at the time. Oh, yes. See above. She can fix a lorry and drive a tractor and everything.
Besides which, the Royals, like ’em or not, do continue to put their sons and grandsons next to the rest of the fighting men, even on the front line *stirring version of The National Anthem, maybe sung by Shirley Bassey starts* unlike the politicians who get us into these wars, whose offspring tend to work every connection they have to get glamorous high-paid jobs in the media or somesuch.
Sort it out Sarkozy or we’ll start talking about how your wife looks like she’s got false teeth.
*Lesson ends. Glass of Sauvignon Blanc gets poured*