Um, yeah. That’s about it really. Nicholas Sarkozy, an oddly attractive man whose charisma (I don’t even speak French but he got my attention the one time I heard him give a speech) has only been strengthened by his lofty political office, married the Italy-born heiress/ model/ singer/ celebrity dater Carla Bruni. They’re a match made in dysfunction heaven: he likes hot brunettes with a kink to them (second wife Cecilia met him as he officiated on her wedding day – to another man) and she likes alpha males of the strange kind (Mick Jagger and Donald Trump?).
The only spanner in the works? The French people. They were okay with Presidents who kept mistresses and fathered illegitimate children, but were outraged to find their latest President was a big show off. Come on, French people! You try being a short, 50-plus year old man who got dumped by his totally foxy wife for another man right after winning a tough election, then bumping into a woman who habitually dates international rock stars and other famous people but now wants you, talk her into bed almost immediately – and then tell me you wouldn’t want to crow about it. At least a little? Nobody is that cool, my friend.
But, no! France isn’t having any of it. It’d rather its President made the news for politics than his love life. Partypoopers. The grass truly is always greener on the other side – can you imagine substituting Gordon Brown or Manmohan Singh in this situation? Or AB Vajpayee as a bachelor playboy? At least Sarko’s playing a part that suits him. Just wait for the tales of bisexual polyamory begin leaking out of the Elysee. Did someone mention the Sun King? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
By the way, it occurs to me that when France begins to take its cues on political romance from an Aaron Sorkin-written Michael Douglas movie, you know the apocalypse is near.
Apropos of nothing in particular, I thought I’d wind down with a Monty Python video. You’re welcome.