Spare a thought for poor Nicolas Sarkozy. One moment, he was the French president with a supermodel wife. The next, he was an ordinary, incredibly rich Frenchman with a supermodel wife.
So what should Monsieur Sarkozy do next? We've got a few ideas...
If she's going to <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/9252345/Carla-Bruni-Sarkozy-to-resume-singing-career.html" target="_hplink">resume her music career</a>, she's going to need someone to carry her guitars, non?
Because Monsieur Sarkozy is, after all, very, very good at <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/keenan/pics-of-sarkozy-pointing" target="_hplink">pointing at things</a>.
"Ladies of France - let us make beautiful musique togezzer!" *Ladies of France run away*
The Gallic shrug. The 'bof!' face. He can do them all!
Its psychology department would surely leap at the chance to find out more about the Napoleon complex.
He's exactly the right height - though you may be liable to lose things in his hair.
Because some advertising slogans just <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isW9Lpeuibw" target="_hplink">write themselves</a>.
Nothing's more likely to keep foreigners out than our petit Rottweiler here!
Not just because he can work the crowds, but also because France hasn't produced a rock star since Johnny Hallyday. GET ON IT, FRANCE.
If people accuse you of being two-dimensional, why not play to your strengths?