Chris Addison
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It would never get done.
I think if I recall correctly from my last visit to Barcelona, it's near a shop that does really good churros.
And so if I were working on that, I'd be in the cafe most of the time.
I think that's basically the problem.
It's quite possible that twice the Sagrada Familia's weight in churros has been consumed by the various generations of building types who've worked on it.
Bibi Netanyahu, who's my least favourite blues musician and the only world leader to be named after an 18th century pub frequented by young aristocratic hooligans who also happen to be keen anglers, the Netanyahu, has made Donald Hussein Trump cross.
To be honest, he's made a fair chunk of the residents of southern Beirut quite cross, but apparently it's Trump we have to worry about.
Over the years, it occurs to me, lads, a number of things have called into question Trump's judgement, including hiding state secrets in the bathrooms at Mar-a-Lago, the length he ties his tie, and literally everything else he's ever done.
But his presumption that he would be able to control Netanyahu is a new level of delusional, even by the standards of a man who genuinely thinks he's winning those games of golf fair and square.
Game may recognise game, but it would seem that corrupt psychopath does not necessarily recognise corrupt psychopath.
Trump's fundamental problem here is that he's essentially walking proof of the Kruger-Dunning effect.
In other words, he's too stupid to realise how stupid he is.
He believes America's in a partnership with Israel, but in truth, Netanyahu and Trump are really the pinky in the brain of misconceived Middle Eastern conflict.
the George and Lenny of wildly optimistic Islamophobic military adventures.
It's hard to imagine that the much-publicized telephone calls you mentioned, Andy, between the two, in which Trump asks Netanyahu not to fire missiles at globally economically sensitive targets, are any more than him going, can we not fire at Beirut, George?