Pity the poor Kermits. Negative economic growth, unemployment climbing to Spanish levels, a humiliating ratings downgrade, a socially inadequate President regarded as a joke internationally and a language turning into a parody of the Franglais that even Alan Coren couldn't imagine (Un weekend at le cottage in les jodhpurs). Add to this the shame of German neighbours on one side with booming export wealth to fund a raft of social provision, and an economically robust UK on the other cocking a snook at the Eurozone and with the Euro shortly to hit and hold a level of over 1.20, the prospect of la France Profonde becoming more like Gloucestershire every day. And London of course - by now surely France's fourth largest city - is enjoying the thousands of attractive, articulate, smart and hard working young French persons who are now working and paying taxes here and improving the quality of our social environment significantly.
It's little wonder then that the French prefects found, as Ambrose reports, "the same picture of a society that is angry, exasperated and on
edge. A mix of latent discontent and resignation is being expressed through
sudden eruptions of fury, almost spontaneously".
Like the poor Girondists, the Kermit nation is now looking around at its fellow Euro-revolutionaries and falling back on the old cry "Nous sommes Trahis!"