The horrible truth begins to dawn?

All manner of wild headlines are filling the Ether of late!

The horrible truth is one such, wrote Ambrose Evans-Pritchard in the Telegraph, as the cash-strapped movers and shakers of the Eurodream, were seen to be scurrying hither and thither, doing shabby little deals to save the Euro and bale out every Tom Dick and Harry. It must surely have come home to them, that they’re like the little Dutch boy with his finger in the Dam.

  But 1947 to 2010 - did it really take 60 odd years to light a fire under these Europlonkers? For surely we’ve finished up with more questions than answers! Did they really think Perfidious Albion hadn’t cottoned on to what they were upto? We’ve had the measure of these Europlonkers for longer than they’d care to admit. Maybe the Mother of all Credit Crunches has hastened their denouement, for it seems they really cannot see the wood for trees.

  Surely we in Blighty, have the talent and wit to outflank these nutters, as they wend their merry little way to broke. After all Deutschland tried to Uber Alles it over us, twice in a lifetime, before they realised it really was a lost cause. Did they think that what the desperadoes failed to do with bombs and bullets, could be achieved with this fiscal stuff?

  Without a booming world economy the Gerries are sunk, they’re as much in the doldrums as anyone, because they have to rely on exports to pay their way. From first hand experience I soon realised they were about the best managers and organisers I’d ever seen in action. Mainly I reckoned because everything was worked out in advance and it all had to be so precise. This probably accounts for the quality of their products. Everything is precise and over-engineered, probably to the same extent they aim for in the USA. For I’ve seen them in action at first hand too and there are many similarities.

  The big drawback with the Yanks is the way they break everything down to the lowest common denominator. Call it job security, if you like, but they really need to do it that way, to feed their thundering hordes or should it be herds. Though back in the sixties and early seventies there was still a whiff  of mob activity in the air and it was  loose in the unions, which could account for the lowest common denominator stuff. When it came to negotiating on behalf of the workers, it was a bun fight to see who would represent them. Free Tee Shirts and a variety of handouts were on offer outside the gate at every shift change. A form of bribery it transpired, for big bucks are at stake here, if you can be the one in the chair.

  Surely the EU cannot survive the aftershocks from this storm force tornado, for it’s these aftershocks which produce the tsunami and the one that’s on the way, looks like it will sink all boats. Get out the hassocks/prayer mats, polish up the Latin chants and keep on plugging till it’s over. For over it will be, for the unwashed masses and the unelected, unaccountable Eurocrats who reckoned it was sensible to pack all their troubles in their old kitbags and decamp for Strasbourg every now and then, as they assumed balanced books were an anathema to everbody.

  It’s over and all that’s left is to decide who will pick up the pieces? They never managed to figure out, that so long as the ‘City’ of London remains the Clearing Bank for the World, the rest of the World can be our Workshop. So there!

Watch this space, I’ll be back!

Tom.