Nauseous euro-love-in for Reuters bureau chief send-off

Farewell, then, Paul Taylor.

The man who, over the last eight years at the helm of Reuters' Brussels bureau was referred to lovingly by his adoring staff as, variously, 'the kebab salesman', 'the walrus of love', or chubby moustachioed porn legend 'Ron Jeremy', is leaving town.

And what a touching orchestrated send-off he received on his final day.

Conspicuous by his presence at the European Commission's daily briefing today, Taylor was clearly expecting a valedictory from the spokesfolks there, as is customary for long-standing pillocks - er, sorry, pillars - of the press room.

Although just to sure he was noticed he sat near the front, plumb in the sightline of the deputizing headspoke, Amadeu Altafaj Tardio.

And to be extra sure of eliciting some last words of praise, he asked a sitter of a question on the commission's position on sovereign wealth funds, and chose sycophantically to ask it:

"... dans la langue de Molière, par amour du français et respect du multilingualisme ..."

("Prétentieux? moi?")

And he was not to be disappointed.

As the briefing drew to a close Altafaj Tardio read from a prepared statement, drafted 'in the language of Shakespeare' but translated on the hoof into French.

The commission paid a "sincere tribute" to Taylor's "work and professionalism", hoping he would "continue to inspire" in his new role as Paris-based columnist for the newswire.

The old spirit of Baron Reuters, who in 1849 dispatched his news with carrier pigeons - waxed the spokesman further - "remains thanks to journalists like you."

The pair of them skipped off towards the parc du cinquantenaire, sweetly crooning Charles Aznavour's 'For me, formidable' to each other ... (click here to help set the scene).


"You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable
But how can you
See me, see me, see me, si minable

Je ferais mieux d'aller choisir mon vocabulaire
Pour te plaire
Dans la langue de Molière

Toi, tes eyes, ton nose, tes lips adorables
Tu n'as pas compris tant pis

Ne t'en fais pas et viens-t-en dans mes bras

Darling I love you, love you,
Darling, I want you

Et puis le reste on s'en fout
You are the one for me, for me, for me, formidable ...."

5 comments

  1. Anonymous // 4:45 PM  

    Holding forth before the briefing, our man was overheard to say (and this is verbatim), "It's the end of an era."

  2. Anonymous // 5:38 PM  

    end of an error, surely?

  3. asidsid // 8:14 PM  

    Or "an aura"!!!

  4. Anonymous // 6:05 PM  

    Others sighed: 'At last, there will finally be enough canape's for the rest of us...'

  5. Anonymous // 6:07 PM  

    Another long-standing nickname was 'His Lardship'...