There is no more prized prize in King Boris’ imagination than a Gallic face taut with concern and tinged with despair. The old enmity has never been resolved by true English Conservatives and Mr Johnson has willingly blown hot air over willing coals. Today that prize is held in both hands as M&S strike a blow against French cuisine which leaves a wound they will not heal.
The decision to rip English outlets from Parisian streets is not just a deep economic blow to the struggling EU, but deprives them of opportunities to gather evidence on the strategy of the Brexit titans in Westminster. Further it hides from them the level of our food security. They can not snigger and point at empty shelves if they can see no shelves.
The fog that is building between Dover and Calais is today a thicker fog and it is English. Good luck Macron as you attempt to peer through your binoculars at our shrouded land to try and understand our secret plans.
The weak, the unpatriotic on our island will misinterpret the store closures as a defeat in an opening skirmish. That is for the best as those few Continentals who can understand English will take false comfort and be unaware an even bigger blow is coming from the paw of the British lion.
The French can now join the Germans in frantic worry over loss of British influence and produce. We will hear their plaintive bilingual cries in 10 Downing Street and it will drive us on to strike more, to close more British businesses in Europe. The body of European commerce will soon stumble and fall, gut shot by British military genius.
Lord Frost should be applauded and given a parade. Medals applied to his chest at a local M&S store of his choosing as the British lion roars and roars Brexit into the shroud we have thrown across the Channel. Victory is ours.
