Le Monde reports with a certain amount of schadenfreude that President Chirac has once again fallen victim to a telephone hoax – in this case two infantile disc jockeys from Montreal impersonating the newly elected Canadian Prime Minister.
Of course, M Chirac has not been well for some time, but the ensuing conversation suggests that the poor man’s medication could do with being dialled back a little. He trundled serenely through the standard pleasantries on such occasions, apparently oblivious to the suppressed giggling and repeated use of the “Fart” button at the other end of the line. “Je voulais vous présenter mes bien cordiales félicitations pour votre succès aux élections. Nous avons d'excellentes relations et je suis sûr qu'elles vont se poursuivre dans le meilleur esprit” confided the doped up President to the pathetic pranksters, who were by now leaning non-stop on the “Flush” sound effect in desperate search of a reaction. When the suggestion of a notoriously air-headed chanteuse as Canada’s new ambassador to France met with indifference, the sniggering slowly died away to be replaced by a vague sense of embarrassment.
Chirac is fast becoming the hoaxers’ delight for his increasingly tenuous grasp on his surroundings. The only recent case where he spotted a fake call unassisted was when someone pretending to be Tony Blair called him to discuss the Common Agricultural Policy, but foolishly forgot to offer him the usual no-strings-attached blowjob and huge sack of British taxpayers’ money. Unlike Tony, there are still some limits to Jacques’ gullibility…
Those wacky DJ japesters, yesterday. They live with their mothers, you know. Who’d’ve guessed?