Dammit, Blackwolf. At this rate I'm gonna have to buy me and the missus tickets to the moon or something. She left her country to get away from her lot of meddling buggers, I moved to a less 'Red' patch of England to escape mine, but the sneaky sods just seem to keep on breeding. I think we might've run out of places to... well, run. Arse.
I am wondering if folks are getting a bit too het up about this Lisbon thing though. I mean, we could give those middle-aged cheese-sniffers all kinds of powers, but they'd probably be too disorganised (or on strike) to actually do anything much with them.
And they do sometimes come out with real gems, such as the enthralling epic
Commission Regulation (EC) 2257/94, a stunning piece of literary gold about bananas:
http://eur-lex.europa.eu/LexUriServ/LexUriServ.do?uri=CELEX:31994R2257:EN:HTMLI sleep better at night knowing there's someone who cares as deeply as me about the curvature of fruit.