We May Allow Ourselves a Brief Period of Rejoicing

British holidaymakers (those of the hard-working and familial variety, at least) will rejoice along with Britain's Head Boy at the news that the swarm of cockroaches in the Mediterranean is a little smaller this evening, despite the determination of foreign doctors and other interfering persons to continue acting as a pull factor. Four hundred threats to the economic recovery were preserved when a boat capsized; but a further twenty-five are no longer grounds for concern, except for tabloid hacks and luminaries of Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition who will be indignant that the bodies were recovered instead of being left for the fish or catapulted back to Africa. Still more of the beasts may be lurking under the boat's hull, ready to swim underneath the European continental shelf and pop up at Calais ready to inconvenience tourists and claim social security benefits in the Channel Tunnel; so let us not forget for a moment the toil and efforts that lie ahead.