This is getting out of hand.
I only came over here for a bit of peace and quiet, and because The Big Man Above tipped me the wink that He was sending a flood of biblical proportions.
I don’t ask for much.
Now I have the fucking Brigade de Renseignement et de Guerre Electronique chasing me from town to town across the country.
I’m currently holed up in the north, but I’m not saying where. I have faked my address to look like I’m in Paris, but I’m not.
Even worse – they have brought over Ratzinger to hunt me out. [I got an e-mail yesterday – he wants an audience. Ha! I’m not falling for that one.]
Now the Irish government have persuaded the EU to close down the airlines in an attempt to stop me getting back.
I know when I’m not wanted.
I can take a hint.
It’s time to head for my mountain retreat.
Next thing you know, they’ll be planting devices in the Channel Tunnel.