Final days for the McBroons?

It’s looking like the final days of the McBroons as they scramble from saving face in the hot Afghan desert and onto snowy Copenhagen to save the world from climate change. As they have got so little right in their 12 years of mis-rule, few would give them any odds on pulling something useful out of the fire at this late stage of their decline.

McBroon and his cohorts are allowing the busted banks to pay bonuses and fund the Krafty take-over of a British chocs company; Spend money faster than they can print it on some days, while cheating on promised pension increases; providing vital helicopters after five years of military casualties while whitewashing over the vainglorious Iraq invasion… offering Third World ragamuffins billions to squander on staying green while giving nowt to Britain’s greenest van maker - who’s now gone bust.

It’s a fairy tale world the McBroons have created for themselves, but surely without a happy fairy tale ending… Hans Christian Andersen lived in Copenhagen and like McBroon he liked to travel around the world compiling imaginative stories to tell, one of which, “Only a Fiddler”, might become McBroon’s tomb-top testimonial when judged by history?

The parlous and changed state of Great Britain PLC, now Lorded over by the mortgage fiddler with more titles than Idi Amin, Saddam Hussain, Robert Mugabe and Hazel Blears, is getting many people looking for a better country to move to.

A place where their meagre pensions will go further; where the sun shines 300 days of the year and their neighbours will be friendly and more respectful in their safer neighbourhoods. The nearest place is Spain, where they can now find a nice house for less than the average price of a flat in the UK.

Spain’s in the recession too and in trouble because they built too many second homes to cater for the never-ending demand from discontented Brits, bored Benelux bods and over-rich Russians. As Spanish banks were not allowed to stray into the twilight zones of dodgy lending and toxic assets they are still around to advance good mortgages to sensible borrowers.

As McBroon has done nothing to support Sterling, the pound has crashed against the Euro, making life difficult for Brits paying mortgages in Spain. Some have had their Spanish homes repossessed, but most will go without the Sunday roast before giving up their splendid lifestyle on their favourite Costa.

Spain beckons as Britain banks on Lord Sleaze

When Governments throw taxpayers' billions into a bubbling toxic economic cauldron in the hope of rectifying their mistakes and then find their elixir provides no respite for their hard-pressed citizens, which way next is an obvious question.

America will have its answer on November 05, the first day of a new president and elected senators who can correct the fiscal fiasco of President Bush. That’s fine for the US, but Britain seems likely to go bust before a solution to 11 years of McBroon mismanagement of the economy can be implemented.

While America is to have a clear-out, Britain is told the financial rescue will be led by The Prince of Darkness, Lord of Sleaze and sworn enemy of the current Custodian of Empty Coffers. Having upset dozens of countries while exiled in Brussels, Peter Mandelson, minces back into Downing Street, £600,000 better off for his cosy Euro Trade Commission’s stint.

He lost the bra wars with China and failed to reform world trade, good credentials for getting McBroon’s Britain back on its feet. An unelected Custodian of the Empty Coffers hires an unelected, discredited financial manipulator so that “Britain can lead the world out of the credit crunch,” proclaims the desparate McBroon.

Faced with that unrealistic prospect many Brits will be deciding to take their futures elsewhere and, as always, that sunny, friendly place called Spain beckons.

There are enough Spain-bound planes each day to make the Berlin Airlift pale into insignificance and as removal van men have no work in Britain because nobody’s buying, they will be happy to have a few days along the Med shuttling Brits’ chattels into very affordable modern homes.

Amazing how the sound of gentle waves lapping upon a golden beach can blot out the harsh sounds of Britain hitting rock bottom, how lunchtime can be relaxing and life unhurried, how the strong euro can buy so much more. And occasional checks on life and death back in Blighty can be made reading the Daily Mail or The Sun over morning coffee – both papers have enough readers in Spain to print locally.

Take your chances with McBroon and Lord Sleaze shuffling the deckchairs or relax on your very own lounger round the pool in a country that manages its economy better and with transparency and honesty?