Cerebral sovereignty

It’s twenty nine degrees in Brussels. That’s eighty four degrees in American. I have spent fifteen minutes half-naked on my noisy terrace with Gilpin, Strange and Lenin and their theories on hegemonic stability, embedded liberalism, imperialism and state-firm relations.

They in turn have been battling for cerebral sovereignty with the football teams of Serbia-Montenegro and the Netherlands. Incidentally, due to a recent declaration of Montenegrin sovereignty, this is probably the last time that Serbia and Montenegro will play as Serbia and Montenegro.

I am wiser and redder for it.

I must pack sunscreen.

BUT it’s warmer in Brussels than it is in Malta at the moment. I will return alabaster to my colleagues’ various shades of pine.

Typical.

And for those of you unsure of the concept of sovereignty, here’s George Bush making it that much clearer: