What was that I was saying the other day about how middle-aged men of all stripes turn into idiots round a bit of ego-stroking skirt (and how the skirt maximises the manipulation factor)?
I think it was some exchange of words with H. P. Baxxter. But anyway, isn’t this the most incredible photograph taken at Mandela’s memorial service?
It’s like something from High School Musical – a scene played out the world over in countless different settings.
One girl plays the kookie cutie, her sole purpose being the exclusion of others by monopolizing the men, and the men immediately begin acting like idiots with their brains in their pants, thereby earning the contempt of all other women present, including the ones they live with.
Danish prime minister Helle Thorning Schmidt (blonde, pretty, Scandinavian), sitting between David Cameron and Barack Obama, brings out her phone for a selfie, and Cameron and Obama immediately oblige by leaning into her like teenage boys.
Just look at Cameron’s expression. But more pertinently, look at Mrs Obama’s. The president of the United States is going to be sleeping on the couch tonight.
No wonder Joseph Muscat was feeling put out and left out. The thing is, if he were part of the group, he wouldn’t be competing with Obama and Cameron for the Danish prime minister’s attention. He’d be competing with her for their attention. Funny, isn’t it, how we know this instinctively and can’t even begin to picture him competing with other men for a woman’s attention.
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Never mind me, I’m busy looking at the Nordic knees.
Knee actually, the other one is someone’s bald pate. But I see your point.
“the other one is someone’s bald pate”
Is the other “knee” Joseph Muscat’s head, by any chance?
For sake of anatomical correctness, HPB, there is only one knee in view – the thing next to it is a qara’…
Oh shit. Too late now. I had already fancied that bald pate. I feel like vomiting.
Baxxter – It’s worse, because it’s not completely bald, but a bit hairy. So you like fuzzy knees, do you?
It was the heat of the moment. I haven’t been thinking straight since Ritienne told me she was seeing someone else.
It was in the last E.U. Council of Ministers’ meeting that he attended before handing in his resignation as Italy’s premier in November 2011 that Silvio Berlusconi was caught eyeing Helle Thorning Schmidt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmP92APfS9I
Did the seating arrangements put the Prime Minister of Denmark between the British Prime Minister and the President of the United States or was this during a break in the proceedings?
No idea, but Michelle Obama ended up sorting out the seating arrangements and separating Obama from the Danish Prime Minsiter. See last photo:
http://i.imgur.com/NPlHJ9I.jpg
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2521146/Nelson-Mandela-memorial-service-World-leaders-gather-South-Africa-remember-president.html
Mrs. Obama’s look: PRICELESS
DANGEROUS more like it.
Remember this fella:
http://daphnecaruanagalizia.com/2011/12/glanville-goodlip/
and
http://daphnecaruanagalizia.com/2011/12/the-comints-from-studenti-tal-pulse-continue-under-the-glanville-goodlip-post/
Latest news out:
http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2013-12-10/news/university-student-who-attacked-dean-appeals-judgment-3431661569/
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2521202/Nelson-Mandelas-memorial-service-whos-world-leaders.html
In the second picture, it is even more obvious that Michelle Obama is livid, while her husband is having a ball.
President Obama is in trouble with Mrs. Obama. ‘Oh come on, babe. She’s just somebody I know through work.’
A distinct lack of gravitas by two men who ordinarily display it in spades. And at a memorial service for a genuinely great man.
Exactly, Sombre behaviour would have been more apt at a memorial service. I never expected it from Obama. Then again ….
In Italian, and I do not think in any other language I know, the saying goes :
“Una gonna tira quanto cento buoi”.
How very true and pathetic.
The look on the face of that most extraordinary of first ladies says it all.
Actually the saying is much more graphic but this website is not rated ‘R’.
We are on the right track, Daphne.
The Daily Telegraph is corraborating, online, what you are saying on your blog.
Kudos to you.
And so are Sky News and the Financial Times.
Michelle Obama, with that look, is telling the Danish prime minister to cut the BS, grow up and stop acting like a bimbo. And she wants to kill her husband for acting like a twerp.
The thing is, if he were part of the group, he wouldn’t be competing with Obama and Cameron for the Danish prime minister’s attention.
He’d be asked to take the photograph.
I think you all are making too much of it. In the business I’m in we bump into famous people all the time and when asked most people are more than happy to oblige and touch shoulders for a selfie. A colleague of mine has both Clintons [at different events] and the ‘self’ is obliged irrespective of gender. As far as the sombre occasion; is it not the Christian belief that one celebrates a soul ‘going home’? Of course, it’s also a hard fact of life that pretty people of both sexes have it easier [just as much as one disses a sista at ones peril].
You’re a man after my own heart, Soames.
Pretty people do indeed have it easier. For everything else, there’s gin. There is a photo of me with the Duke of Edinburgh somewhere in the vaults of Cox & Co., myself with one eyebrow cocked, His Highness cracking a slightly racist joke, and both of us nursing a G&T.
Then there’s that photo of me next to Naomi Campbell’s kneecaps.
Now those are a couple of pics I’d buy you a Bombay Sapph and tonic to see H. P.!
[Daphne – Bombay Sapphire? You cannot be serious.]
Ooh, the McEnroe! Whatever the gentleman’s pleasure, Daphne. What’s yours?
[Daphne – Gordon’s or Hendricks.]
Am I still in time to join this conversation?
That’s very gracious of you, Soames. I like to think that it’s not the drink, but the company. Give me a tin mug of ditch water in good company, and I’ll have the time of my life.
One day I’ll tell you a few tales of gin. And Nordics. There’s a lesson in there for us all.
H.P. One day the Fates will engineer an occasion where we occupy the same patch of global real estate, preferably not a waterlogged ditch, when words will flow and tales take form.
It is not true, I have met very famous people including high officials and it is exceptionally rude and impolite to do such a thing. I may not have one photo to prove who I met or spoke with but it happened nonetheless.
Which bit is not true my friend? Famous people being good sports, the pretty people, or the sista thing?
And here is Jacques Chirac:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8ca0oeM2WI
Jacques Chirac reminds me of LBJ here.
But even coarse LBJ would not have done that to Ladybird in public.
It is true that both gents are acting a bit foolish for their age, but then again, other than a bit of ruckus with Mrs Obama, no harm has been done.
I personally think it’s part of the chemistry between men and women and the world would be a sterile place if such incidents were barred.
What I find amusing/distressing is how you have managed to use a minor incident (not even that ) involving two of the world leaders to hit out at Dr Muscat.
Other another note to the other bloggers, while he is no Adonis, Dr Muscat’s stature is what you would expect from an average Maltese and is probably very similar to yours. While I am no fan of Dr Muscat or his policies I find the tone and slant used ( everything he does/says/wears/eats is wrong ) puerile and symptomatic of a parochial mind set.
An African person swaying and chanting with the crowd following the passing away of Nelson Mandela explained to a BBC reporter that “We are like that. We sing when we are happy, and we sing when we are sad.”
It seems that the mood is catchy, only we cannot say whether these paragons of political correctness were happy or sad.