Maggie every time, and Im a Daily Mail reader as well!!!
Had a fantastic argument one night in a bar in Basle around 1989 / 90. Me and a mate of mine were there one Saturday night,parked up for the weekend waiting to clear Monday morning. So in the evening we decided to take a stroll as you do and sample the local bars.After trying a few and as the temp was dropping abit we found a nice bar and decided to stay there. After a few hours had gone bye and drink after drink had gone down we were getting on well with the bar staff. About 11ish the door banged open and this gruff aggressive little (zb) in a long coat marches up to the bar, barks out his demand for a beer, glares at us then back at the barman, mutters something under his breath, picks up his beer and, still standing at the bar,turns his back on us.
No problem with that and me and my mate have a few laughs about it and carry on drinking. Anyway,after about half an hour and a few free beers , this little (zb) turns around, nods his head towards us while looking at the barman and makes some comment about âLes Ros-Beefsâ. The barman looks at us then back at the (zb), mumbles something to him, gives him another beer the disappears out the back. Now at this point my interest is up so, with a smile on my face,I politely say to our new friend in my best french something along the lines of âgood evening monsieur,is there a problemâ We get ignored at first but after a little persistence he softens, turns and begins to chat.
Now this (zb) had a real attitude, especially to the bar staff, in fact I donât think he liked anyone. Turns out he supported Jean-Marie Le Pen, the French national front candidate. he hated all foreigners, particularly, âLes Pieds Noirâ, this is the term the French use when referring to immigrants from Africa.
As the conversation wore on, me and my mate started to tease him gently about Le Pen and Europe in general. He was getting more drunk and yet still the barman served him, without charge or comment although he did say to my mate that maybe âWEâ should quieten down a bit. Now we get to the crux of the evening. Me and my new friend were debating the pros and cons of our respective countries when he said the Le Penn would make a fine president for France, I laughed and said something along the lines of âok, Le Penn can run France but there is only one person capable of running Europeâ With that he looked at me through his bloodshot and piggy little eyes and said âWho??â âWell who elseâ I said âbut Madam THATCHERâ!! âŚâMAGGIE!!!â
Well, there was a glaring silence which seemed to last for about 10 seconds, then he exploded!!!
MAGGIEâ â ?, he shoutedâŚTHATCHERâ â ?..and then he let rip a long and loud stream of god knows what in French about our beloved leader.
There was plenty of table thumping, foot stamping and beer glass slamming going on,the barman disappeared out the back again and me and my mate were wetting ourselves. Eventually, after about 5 minutes he slammed his glass down, turned on his heel and left the bar throwing a few insults at me and my mate.
After he had gone I asked the barman who our new friend was. Turns out he was a big shot in the local police , hence not paying for his booze and his arrogant and aloof attitudeâŚand he hated Mrs Thatcher and the way she was with the rest of Europe.
It was a great night out in the end, one of those unplanned occurrences that used to happen every now and again anywhere around Europe and made the job what it was then.
Maybe Maggie should come back and sort the mess out that we find ourselves in now!!