Cannes, Cam and Clegg

Cannes film festi starts - blablabla - la cote d'azur goes bonkers, the locals get all snooty and the celebs flock to the Palais (or the palaaayyy as the americans all overstress in interviews of French telly). Meanwhile in blighty the general election turned into a circus and the libdems and tories are hanging themselves in government together. Old Etonians unite by the looks of things -and as the Cam'n'Clegg variety show hit town, poor old Gordy skulked off en famille to lick his wounds - he did some great things but everyone is already slagging him off. Wasn't his fault the world suffered a full-blown recession, Greece went bust and the unpronouncable volcano exploded. Poor bloke. Scarletini et moi are leaving Grogs to work this weekend as we jet off to Brid on BMIBaby..."be my - be my - be my pretty baaaabeeeeeee"....only for 48 hours, feelin' the need to see the north sea.....fingers crossed the volcanic ash stays high, high, high