Crème de menthe! All this fuss about a visit by the President of France. Just because he’s accompanied by his new and rather attractive wife. Who just happens to be a well-known former model. As a new photograph of her posing naked was splashed all over the press yesterday.
The country seems to have gone gaga over Madame Sarkozy – alias Carla Bruni. There was Prince Charles kissing her gloved mitt like some simpering idiot, mooning Prince Philip for once lost for words, thank God, and our football team so smitten they rolled over and let the French win last night’s friendly match.
You’d think she was a queen, rather than the elderly lady who appeared by her side at Windsor, and who incidentally also seemed to be charmed by the now demure Carla in high-necked grey coat and matching chic hat.
As for the gushing national media. Scuse me while I throw up. I wonder what they would have said if Madam Sarkozy had been a fat ugly cochon? Can you imagine what the sniping press posse would have done for Anglo-French relations?
Probably just as well she is rather good looking. I must admit that her sweet, all-enveloping smile, veering somewhere between shy and coquettish, did give her the ethereal demeanour of a Titian angel. And those melting, come-hither eyes …
My God, what am I writing here!?
Bonnet de douche …
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