This chap is Antony Blinken. He is the United States’ 71st Secretary of State and, as such, has been in the news of late, travelling hither and thither doing Very Important Stuff. Probably. He reminds me a little of the actor Billy Bob Thornton who gives me the shivers, and not in a nice way, either.
I don’t know what Mr Blinken is like as a human being, nor what the American citizens think about him, because quite frankly, I have enough mutterings to make about our own politicians without taking on board those from another country. I know that Joe Biden is the current U.S President and he is a chap who forgets things, is easily confused, falls asleep and falls over a lot. I just hope he doesn’t accidentally fall over/fall asleep on a red button, that’s all.
I digress. Every time I hear the name ‘Antony Blinken’ I can’t help but automatically think ‘Wynken, Blynken and Nod’ which people of a certain age (ahem) will know as a famous nursery poem by Eugene Field. Here it is:
Eugene Field died from a heart attack, aged just 45. But then he did have eight children, so it’s hardly surprising.
I said to Lord Malarkey that every mention of Antony Blinken made me immediately think of ‘Wynken, Blynken and Nod,’ and he said, ‘It what?’ because he’s never heard of the poem. NEVER! I put him straight on that one immediately, to plug the obvious gap in his childhood learning.
All things considered, I think I prefer the poem.
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