German Chancellor Angela Merkel recently visited England and spent time with the British Prime Minister, David Cameron. There are photos. Some are quite incriminating. Don't look Samantha.
"Ange, I promise. I have no recording devices on me".
Or was it "Ange, wanna see my private school boi tits"? His seduction technique was subtle.
"Ohh Davey, you are so very naughty."
"Oh my god Cammo, Queen Victoria was one of us. Who would have known she had such a sense of humour."
Or was it, "Cammo, we really shouldn't be laughing about President Hollande like this in public. There by the grace of god go we".
The Merke demonstrating her husband's size, which seems quite impressive compared to Cammo's size. Sam Cam sits in the sidelines, perhaps wishing she had married a German. Nevertheless, it is not always about size but attraction.
"Scheisen British weather. It is fine and sunny back in Berlin."
Cammo took The Merke to his local church service and they were mesmerised by the Very Reverend Beauchamp's sermon about forgiving and forgetting. The Merke perhaps less so.
Cammo and The Merke hit the dance floor, quite restrained initially.
But as my great grandmother warned my grandmother about dancing, one thing leads to another. Sam Cam had left, but she forgot one of her children, as is her habit, and came back. Sam Cam was not happy at what she saw.
It seems the Anglo Germanic relationship is really close now. Diplomacy works in so many fashions.