Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover

Ah the rebound.

You're in a relationship, everything's perfect, you think it's going to last forever and then WHAM! Suddenly your supposed soul-mate gets all "it's not you, it's me" on your ass, tells you that he'd prefer to spend his time tramping through Middle Eastern war-zones than another second in your company and before you know it, all you're left with are the memories of happier times.

Happens to Westmonster all the time.

It's in this emotionally vulnerable state that smooth-talking coves can wrangle their way into your, er, affections (honestly, you lot! The dirty mind is a perpetual feast). And it was with this in mind that everybody here at Westmonster read this ominous article in the New York Times (hat tip Wonkette).

Reasonably newly elected French President Nicholas Sarkozy - himself no stranger to heatbreak - has told a swooning Dubya:

I want to reconquer the heart of America.

For his part Bush appears to be flattered by the pro-America luvvin' Sarko's got going on, and friends close to the (American) President are ecstatic:

“The tide has really turned in this relationship,” R. Nicholas Burns, under secretary of state for political affairs, said in a speech in Paris last week.

Way to show the Tonemeister that you're sooooo over him, George, but will it last?

Written by Lloyd Shepherd on 7 Nov 2007 2:40 PM. There are 1 comments so far. Permalink