Going South

Less than forty years after the sainted Thatcher's victory over her fellow anti-communists and former business partners in the Argentine junta, staunch British territory in the South Atlantic is once more under threat. An iceberg the size of South Georgia is steaming steadily towards a British isle; hence it remains debatable whether the iceberg can be considered a threat to rival the General Belgrano, which was famously steaming away. Besides sharing with many ideal Britons a certain whiteness and emotional reserve, the iceberg also displays that plucky national potential for washing up in the wrong place with potentially hazardous consequences for shipping and local wildlife. Nevertheless, any favour in the eyes of the master race may be compromised by the likelihood that the iceberg, unlike Her Majesty's Government, has something fairly substantial under the surface. No decision has yet been taken whether to dispatch a task force of unemployed migrants to melt down the enemy with their woggishly overheated body temperatures; but some such titanic scheme must surely soon be floated.