High life | 4 February 2012

Gstaad

OK, sports fans! The Davos irrelevance is over, Gstaad is covered with the white stuff, and in St Moritz the Russian crooks are laying a Stalingrad-like siege to the town’s ultra-expensive boutiques. So what else is new? Gstaad covered with snow, that’s what’s new. Let’s start with Davos, where publicity-seekers such as George Soros posed and postured about being against income inequality. What phonies these bums are, just as bad as the Occupy protestors but with two or three private jets and large ugly stinkpot yachts. (Unlike Taki, who has a large but beautiful sailing boat.)

Growth for the sake of growth is a capitalist mantra, and bubbles will always burst after a while, and the Occupy protestors are pissing against a tsunami and there’s nothing they can do except get on the telly for their 15 seconds of fame, which is all they’re looking for in the first place as they have yet to come up with a solution to capitalism’s problems. These are the facts, the rest is whistling Dixie, as they say back home down south, not exactly where I come from.

The flawed currency union has bankrupted Europe, and I predict a permanent slump in the southern part of the old continent — at least for my lifetime — yet I read not exactly with glee that this Ashton woman in Brussels is seeking an extra £22 million for her euro diplomats. The continent is bust, mothers cannot feed their children in Greece, and this grotesque woman has breached her budget and demands extra money for the European diplomatic service, whatever that is.

My father, who knew a thing or two about these parasites, would always ask a diplomat how rich a wife he had married.