When I moved to France I thought one neat way to stay in touch with my roots – would be to retain my subscription to the satircal twice-monthly magazine “Private Eye“.

While I still chuckle at it’s gags and cartoons, it’s true investigative reporting makes grim reading – political bungling, fat-cats, fraudsters, education up the spout, farming and transport as good as dead… and no matter how you put it, even the greatest satiricist cannot hide the fact that the state of the nation is no laughing matter for the British tax-payer.

But then – I’m not a British tax-payer! So while I may not be laughing either, I can’t help but feel exceedingly smug for a few moments once a fortnight.

Thank you Private Eye for reminding me why I moved to France!