What a grim day! Cloudy, cold, threat of rain - but even worse - the news! - 'Bunga-Bunga-Burlesque-coni' is no more! Like his somewhat more noble predecessor in the Roman Senate he has been (metaphorically) stabbed and those he thought were his ever-loving friends have shown themselves to be latter-day Brutuses and Cassiuses. Of course, he wasn't much good at being Italy's leader but in that he was merely following a fine tradition in Italian leadership and he certainly wasn't the worst. And on the plus side there can be no doubt that if anyone ever deserved to be described as 'adding to the gaiety of the nation' it was Snr. Berlusconi. Those of us elderly, introverted, pathetic and past-it Brits could only stare in admiration at reports of this splendid but equally aged 'swordsman' still doing his 'bit', so to speak, for Italy even, or perhaps, especially, as she was only seventeen years old! Pausing only to put our teeth back in and wipe our suddenly misted spectacles, we could only mutter, "Quello che un uomo!" - or we could after we had looked it up on Google Translate and learned that it means "What a man!"
'We shall not look upon his like again' - alas!
Or unless the Hungarian dwarf returns to power in La France, or, dread thought, Boris kicks Dave out and wins the next election - quelle horreur! - watch out, Ladies!
