It’s like the holocaust. No, it’s like Soviet labour camps. It’s like all the baddest things that ever happened all rolled into one evil Blairite slippery end of the wedge of straw on the camel’s back. Bring me my blunderbuss, Elaine, and put another sandbag in the conservatory! I’ll shoot the last bally one of those Eurocrats before they put me on their multicultural political correctness register and force me to learn Arabic and wear a genetically-modified cotton burqa if I want to light up a Brussels-approved cigar in my own damned lounge. Soon you won’t be able to buy a G&T without showin’ ’em yer blummin’ retinas.