Confusing Johnny Foreigner

I got as far as dealing with emails up to the 27th Dec 2016 today. Quite an enjoyable experience after the dross had been culled as there were some lovely and unexpected Christmas messages to reply to. Travelling to Stansted and back to drop off son in time for flight also went remarkably smoothly, considering I was driving during the peak evening rush hour. By the time I was home, the BrexiTrump news was in full swing.

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Already, we can see two different strategies across The Pond.

With three tweets, Donald J Trump defended democracy, pushed US jobs for car manufacturing and endorsed Guantanamo Bay Detention. Those familiar with 'One man and his Dog' will be struck by the similarity to the prize winning Shepherd's whistles in controlling his recalcitrant flock of sheep.

Meanwhile, we Brits have so far clearly taken a three step approach, (aka 'A Cunning Plan' by Baldrick):

1. Draw lines between Them and Us. We have clearly drawn a line between Us and Foreigners across the Channel. In our excitement, we have also redrawn old lines between our Nations (Scots, English, Irish, Welsh). If in doubt, we can retreat behind those too.
2. Our government has caused Sir Ivan Rogers, the most experienced permanent representative of the UK to the EU, to resign. In one stroke, we have not only lessened Our insight and contacts to those EU representatives, we have cunningly deprived Them of a logical and familiar conduit to Our intentions!
3. We can now invoke Article 50 and send a new negotiating team to a confused Johnny Foreigner (or 27), uncluttered by false sentiment, to firmly press our case that "We are jolly well leaving and fully deserve to get the best terms and conditions because you cannot do without us!"

If my opinion counts for anything, our success would be further guaranteed if the negotiating team turned up with suits, bowler hats and umbrellas and leaked information on their favourite member of the Royal Family/of the Beatles. This would play into the misconception of us as likeable buffoons by the many anglophiles on The Continent.