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So what did they call what they were doing to their sisters then?

His kid looks happy enough to see her, anyway. Probably thrilled to be away from his fucking dad for five minutes.

I’ll believe it when I see the white smoke above St. James’.

I can't remember saying that.

It would be amusing just to see who they got next. Is Mick Buxton available?

The risible notion that Britain is actually regarded as a global super power by any other nation than itself was again exposed as a scarcely credible arcane fantasy by the events of the last week. As yet, responsibility for the poisoning of Sergei and Yuri Skripal, not to mention some unfortunate and hitherto anonymous flatfoot, has neither been claimed nor apportioned with any semblance of proof. Aside from being a particularly poor advert for landfill pasta chain Zizzi’s Sunday dining options, the incident has been taken as an excuse by the shambolic circus allegedly in charge of the country to engage in a pitiful chorus of bellicose sabre-rattling that would have seemed anachronistic in an Ealing comedy back in the days when we still had rationing. Here is a fact. Boris Johnson is incompetent. Here is another. He is also mad and, without doubt, a significant danger to public safety. If he dares to imagine that, with or without the blessing or indeed comprehension of Maidenhead’s answer to Cruella De Ville, the plucky Brits can face down Kung Fu Bonaparte’s empire in any kind of conflict from a stare out contest to full scale thermonuclear war, he is even more deranged than I had feared. Although it should be recognised that, in his rampantly delusional state, he’s among likeminded souls in the Tory cabinet. I have racked my brains, but in all honesty I struggle to find a more compelling example of the pathetic Little Englander mind-set of Brexit Britain than the vacuous pomposity of Gavin Williamson’s attempted calling out of the world’s largest nation. Not since The Times ran the apocryphal headline Fog in Channel; Continent isolated has there been a more fatuous public pronouncement of wrongheaded Anglocentrism. Mind, Johnson’s demand that the World Cup be postponed runs Williamson’s cretinous utterances a close second. My prediction is that within 10 days or a fortnight at most, the Skripal situation will have been forgotten, as the Government controlled media in both countries downplays the significance of recent events to that of a historical adjunct to the annals of modern diplomacy; a barely remembered footnote in the chronicles of state-sponsored espionage. Of course the whole affair will become murkier and derailed by internecine obfuscatory tactics, resulting in game, set and match to the tiny Beast from the East while Johnson and May are still arranging their towels at the side of the court. Never mind any potential involvement by the United Nations, a far more puissant body, namely FIFA, will ensure that Russia emerges unscathed from this whole fiasco, allowing gas to still be piped westwards and the World Cup to take place. The lasting legacy for the British public will be the timorous fallout from the BBC’s scandalous photoshopped hatchet job on Jeremy Corbyn, whereby a Breton fisherman’s cap morphed into a Russian hat for the purpose of spreading the insidious, subliminal lie of treachery, when all Corbyn has sought is that rarest of political commodities; the truth.

I think it's one area where there may be some adjustments to appease leavers but they will be token changes. We already have the ability to control FOM if we develop our infrastructure.

For a frictionless border for goods we have to remain in the single market (or something very similar). But I doubt that the EU would allow us to remain in the SM just for goods. We will also want to remain in the SM for freedom of capital and services. But to do so but to exclude the free movement of labour is exactly the sort of cherry picking that the EU has ruled out. So from the outset it would appear that our options are all or nothing. And because of the border situation, nothing doesn't appear to be possible.

I don't think they're even capable of that tbh.

What probably spoilt his day was that he bottled out of the idea of taking her to task because, apart from making himself look like a cunt (which hasn't bothered him in the past), he probably realised he wouldn't have a leg to stand on had he tried it. So the sad little shit instead invented this fantasy, using his own column as a vehicle with which to peddle it, whereby he was too dignified to do it.

A quick google shows that her comments appear to be backed up by his own articles.

Ladies & Gentlemen; I give you Luke Edwards of Her Majesty's Daily Telegraph https://www.telegraph.co.uk/football/2018/03/19/inside-mind-rafael-benitez-have-careful-computers-human-part/

Cunthorpe more like it, amirite?

Haha, fair play! I live in Lewisham so I'll try and come along and give you a cheer