time to stockpile
Well that went well, Theresa. Notwithstanding much wailing and gnashing of teeth, last week’s #1 task on the Government’s Brexit to-do list was apparently to spend some quality schmoozing time courting our future trade-BFF, China. A huge delegation of trade officials and diplomats rocked-up to Brussels with an eagle-eye on future deals but sadly, as no-one was available to meet and greet, they were relegated to a one-hour slot and our very own Lino Lady didn’t bother to stick around. Allegedly, the interpreters just had time to introduce themselves.
However, as a balanced individual, I feel duty-bound to point out that it wasn’t all bad news on the trade-front as we did indeed sign a post-leave deal with the Caribbean nations, maintaining valuable imports of bananas (we bought all St Lucia’s banana exports in 2017), rum and sugar. Furthermore, the agreement comes hot-on-the-heels of several deals with other international behemoths, Switzerland, Fiji and Papua New Guinea. China? Pah, we’ve got the Faroes in the bag.
And at a side-meeting of the European Economic Area and European Free Trade Association, it was minuted that Iceland did not want the UK as a member as we would be too much trouble: We’d try and change the rules before joining, refuse to meet our obligations, blackmail others with held-back commitments, forge disharmony and then demand to leave before enforcing permanent gridlock. Relocating to Reykjavik has never looked more appealing.
