Compound Britishness

Given that his main claim to fame these days is turning up to an international negotiation without any documents, it seems only natural that the former Minister for Sovereignty, David Davis, should wish to haul his distinguished gammon-hued buttocks onto whatever bandwagon happens along. Accordingly, Davis has had a sudden attack of cardio-exsanguination over the offspring of suspected terrorists from overseas who have been detained at the expense of the British taxpayer, and whose plight Davis noticed mere months after the legal charity Reprieve voiced its own concern and was brushed off by a lordly underling. Since the minors in question are British boys, and thus neither foreign nor ghastly girly Shamima Begum types, the Davis moral sense is all of a tizzy at their being treated like migrants. He has dashed off a letter to the Foreign Secretary, in which he presumably did not help his case by pointing out that lots of beastly Euro-wogs had already repatriated their own inferior stock; although he did demonstrate his statesmanlike seriousness of purpose by using the word British five times in six sentences. How far such intimidating intellectual tactics will resonate with the Minister for Wogs, Beads and Trinkets remains as yet unclear.