Despite being unable to recall ever being asked if I wanted one, I now have a President. Name of Herman, apparently.
It really does make one wonder what all those great fusses of not so long ago, like D-Day, were really all about. But hey ho, we are where we are.
Let us hope that HE van Rompuy and the sublime Baroness Ashton will either stay or be kept as far away from anything important as is humanly possible; you never know, if they do then something might tell them they're on to something good.