This is a personal cry for help to the English MP.
I love to make my own salad dressing in a restaurant, so I always ask for oil and vinegar.
Me making vinaigrette is a ritual which drives my dinner friends mad; exactly two-thirds olive oil, one-third vinegar, a little mustard and sugar, pepper and salt and I am a happy diner.
Now Brussels is going to forbid that the restaurants put oil & vinegar in pretty little jugs on the table because it might give germs a chance to mix with my risotto.
What a friggin nonsense; every door knob, toilet seat or restaurant chair contain more small creatures than a dogs back side.
Please Mr. Cameron, stop these bored, pencil licking, money wasting, civil servants in Brussels and declare the UK out of this mad Euro dragons den. You don’t need a referendum for this and it might win you the next election.
England is not doing so badly!
When I wrote this in previous columns I got slaughtered by some hard core left wing readers; yes I have readers.
Most criticized is the NHS.
But listen to this: last week I was in Holland for an intensive health check. I arrived at a hospital which looks like a five-star hotel with bus and taxi stations and VIP valet parking facilities; shops, restaurants, hairdressers, clinics for boob jobs and a Viagra vending machine.
I made appointments with three specialists only a few days before incl. an MRI scan. They were all perfectly coordinated, no waiting times and the consulting rooms and the equipment were state-off-the-art.
I was discharged by a neurologist, well known in Europe. I told him that I spend most of my time in the UK and that in case of emergency I might have to put myself in the care of the NHS.
His eyes lit up and said: “yYu will be in the best medical hands you can find; the NHS has an immaculate well respected reputation, one of the best in the medical world”. First I was stunned but then I remembered that English doctors keep a 92 year old prince alive and kicking so indeed I should not worry. So what I am trying to say that in principle the Brits can be proud of the NHS. So if you like it or not, England is not doing so badly.
Another national British system under fire is British Rail.
I had some disastrous experiences myself and in such cases I often raved about the Dutch trains, always on time and hardly any cancellations.
I thought, till last month when I had to take a train from Arnhem to Schiphol Airport.
A small technical problem around Utrecht caused the total melt down of all rail systems in the west of Holland.
Total chaos, desperately I visited all platforms of Utrecht station, the Tannoy announced all trains that did not go instead of the ones that were going.
I missed my plane and an EasyJet call centre agent in Mumbai robbed me from 120 Euros to re-book me on the next flight. Three times the original ticket price.
At noon still no trains were moving and the Muslims among my fellow passengers ripped the table cloths of the coffee shop tables, kneeled on the platform to pray towards Mecca for the next train to come soon.
They did not know that the Dutch railway boss just had been fired with a generous golden hand shake and replaced by the ex-boss of the Dutch Flower Growing Association.
The first thing he had ordered was to plant tulips on the rail tracks which had upset the railroad switches.
I went on my knees with my face towards Mumbai praying that the bad-English mumbling EasyJet agent meant 120 Euros and not 1200.
At the same time I apologised to British Rail and swore that I would never say a bad word about them ever again. Now this should ease English rail travellers and I know some will kill me for this: England is not doing so badly.