How bourgeois am I?

Emmanuel Macron / Ed Alcock / M.Y.O.P.

Cosi fan tutti (?)

Very, in a word.


France is perhaps on the cusp; on the very cusp of taking a huge step, at last, into the 21st century. And last night I tried to walk with it, and failed. Despite myself.

In a fit of enthusiasm I made my first ever political donation, 50€ to Emmanuel Macron’s new “En Marche!” movement and reserved a place for his meeting at 17.00 in Dijon.

How excited was I? Quite excited, but also curious. Actually going to a physical political meeting was a whole new thing: actual engagement, a stride away from my usual, cynical reticence.

And so I turned up at 16,45, as instructed, only to find out, at 17.30, that Monsieur Macron would be taking the state only at 19.00 – 19.15. Problème!

It’s all in the timing.

At precisely 19.26, I had left it as late as I could, I had to bail.

At 19.27, precisely, Monsieur Macron mounted the stage. I didn’t even get eyes on him. I was pretty disappointed, I had been told to be there at 17.00 and I was, but at 20.00 I was double booked.

And the reason for my regretted departure? Well, would be Bo-Bo, middle class, bourgeois, social democrat, New Labour apologist that I am, I had tickets for the opera.

And a fine production of The Magic Flute it was. Tamino’s voice was particularly fine, to my ear, but I profoundly regret not having heard the dulcet tones of Emmanuel Macron. Fingers crossed, there will be plenty of encores yet to come.

About matthewhayesbrognon

Wine Merchant
This entry was posted in VF - Pour encourager les autres. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s