Histrionics and small cows

Yesterday I felt a yearning as never before for a world free from reports that the EU ‘insists’ that the UK does this or that, that the EU ‘refuses’ consent for Britain to do something, that the EU finds ‘unacceptable’ a British position. The relief of being free of such impertinences will be like being free of a bully that blights our lives. The closer we get to Brexit, the more nakedly dogmatic and peremptory the commands from the Brussels Kanzlerei are becoming, and the less heed we pay to them. It’s like watching a clueless leash-holder shouting ineffectually at a dog who doesn’t give a fig and revels in disobedience with a huge grin; ‘heel! heel!’ ‘stop! stop!’shouts the fool as the dog drags him to explore an interesting smell.

The recent histrionics from both Guy Verhofstadt and Donald Tusk, surely two of the world’s politicians least in control of themselves, only underlined the utter, bodging amateurishness of the whole EU. It’s really no use the standing at the edge of the park holding the lead and shouting ‘Come back! I order you!’ as a joyful dog bounds off into the distance.