And, a moment of comic relief, in the middle of all the financial trouble. On the public (and, apparently, well-hydrogenated) display of affection by the exhibitionistic French president, Carla Bruni, and her escort, Nicholas what’s-his-name, the last word came from a British columnist:
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“However, ultimately, it wasn’t her nudity in the past that was the issue, it was the Sarkozys’ naked ambition in the present, which was seemingly to be crowned as the hot new couple on the international political stage, the couple who make all other political couples look dusty, passionless and redundant. And correspondingly their politics, too, even their countries.
Indeed, was it inadvertent or was there a bizarre whiff of quasi-sexual competitiveness from the Sarkozys towards the Browns, a preening display of potency?
Whether Carla was sashaying into Sarah’s charity lunch or Sarkozy was ‘playing football’ with Brown at Arsenal’s stadium (both men coming across like two girls desperate not to get their petticoats dirty), it seemed palpable; the none too subtle one-upmanship from the French camp. The whole event had the air of a quiet, serious country couple making the mistake of inviting a glamorous, intimidating couple over for a hellish weekend of nonstop patronising, the story of the town mouse and the country mouse as reinterpreted for the international political stage.
However, for some of us, if the idea was to make the Browns, and by association Britain and its politics, look a bit passionless and lacking, it backfired. No offence meant, but the last thing I ever want to see is the Browns playing tonsil tennis on a boat on the Thames. Or anywhere. To me, this doesn’t say ‘virile and go-getting’, it says ‘midlife crisis alert, get him away from the button’.
Admittedly, it was all very diverting and it was sweet to see how gallantly British men rushed to welcome Madame Sarkozy and her interesting views on monogamy. Ultimately though, the whole try-hard thing with the Sarkozys left one with a huge appreciation for the Browns. In fact, I’d like to use this column to make an apology: I interviewed Gordon once and left whingeing that he was serious and dull. I’d like to change my mind. Like surgeons and airline pilots, you don’t want your world leaders to be too exciting or, God forbid, surprising – it’s reassuring that they’re serious and dull.
Indeed, although one feels this country was too easily seduced by the Carla-Nicolas roadshow, and should maybe have felt affronted by the way they made British politics look passionless by comparison, perhaps in the end, we should just feel relieved….”
More from Barbara Ellen in The Observer.