Filthy Foreign Tricks

If there is one thing calculated to ignite the flames of righteous wrath in the heart of plucky little Britain, it's an olive branch in time of war. Far from offering the unconditional surrender that has been the nation's birthright since Mr Churchill saved the world, the beastly Euro-wogs persist in treating the master race as a friend, an ally and, if you please, an equal. The latest provocation, aimed largely at formalising the EU's structures for poking Russia with a sharp stick, arrogantly implies that Britain's security might be enhanced by working with, rather than against, the foul Strasbrussels foe. Even should the festival spirit surrounding the appointment of yet another prime minister lead us magnanimously to ignore that libel, surely Her Majesty's Government cannot leave unavenged the villainous imputation that one or more of the candidates for the Conservative Party leadership might have some idea where Prague is.