It is always worth keeping a weather eye on the blog of that most haughty of Frenchmen, Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, who seems, a bit like the Communist Party of Great Britain vis-à-vis the Labour Party of the 1970s, to be able to propose something today for it to become mainstream policy tomorrow. This oracle has recently unburdened itself on the qualifications to be our new Head of State.

He has obviously been thinking about how the stitch-up is to be arranged and how the Nomenklatura will choose on of their own to take first place on the Buggins Turn Merry-Go-Round.

The new President of Europe, for so we shall have to get used to calling him after Brown and his Quislings have done their worst, should be a dab hand with languages. The French, of course, are not going to be enthusiastic about a candidate who has no French. Blair has the edge there.

But he must also be an insider: he must have ‘sufficient experience of the inner workings of the work of the Council so as not to be caught wrong-footed’, which rules out anyone from the recent inductees. Again Blair would qualify, though his experience of the inner workings of the EU was mostly deployed on working out how to surrender to it.

Then the wily Old French Fox says this:

What relationship should exist between the political will of citizens at the time of the European Elections and the appointment of the President of the Union Council? How and when should this relationship be defined? One can imagine that the Institute of European Opinion might be called upon to test out a number of ideas amongst citizens to guide the final choice of the council.

Does one detect a touch of anxiety at the democratic deficit inherent in an election with an electorate of twenty-seven? Well, not really: the deficit is to be made up by some careful opinion polling (so careful that few will realise it has happened and only those with the EuroPox will be asked) to ‘guide’ the Council on its choice. Big deal.

The Council will do what France says, since this has always been a Francocentric enterprise and France will, quite by chance (if you believe that, go look for the fairies at the bottom of your garden), be the holder of the six-month Presidency at just the right moment. One could be forgiven for thinking that all the haste in ratifying the Treaty of Lisbon has been to ensure that particular piece of the jigsaw falls neatly into place.

The election itself must be endowed “with the solemnity and democratic character appropriate to the position and to avoid the appearance that it has been organized in smoke-filled backrooms”. In other words mutton must be rigged up as lamb but what you will get is mutton, the product of a deal cobbled together in a smoke-filled back room or, more likely, a Brussels eatery with loads of Michelin Rosettes.

Oh, and Giscard is worried about where the President will live, how much moolah he will have at his disposal and how many flunkeys he will have to do his bidding. The Nabobs are getting close to their moment of power and, of course, power comes with certain trappings, one of which must needs be a Palace. Someone will have to move out: how about the King of the Belgians who is almost redundant anyway and whom nobody could possibly miss? Then he must have lots of money to spend as befits a President who will be the equal of George W Bush or Vladimir Putin and lots of hangers on to administer his office and run his new Presidential Palace.

But most of all, says Giscard, we must get on with this: we cannot wait until the autumn to sort out all these issues but they must be resolved now by the Slovenes and a group of the great and good. Why so? The longer all this goes on, of course, the greater the danger that the citizens of Europe (I hesitate to call them voters anymore, for that seems so inappropriate) might rumble what is going on, which is, you may think, no more and no less than the effacement of the Nation State from the political map of Europe.

That is a prize worth hurrying for, is it not?

His thoughts in English may be found here.