"If the UK attempted to press claims to their old possessions in France the world would assume they lost their minds".
Frankly, I regret the loss of Calais.
And whenever I meet a Frenchie on the bus, particularly if she is pretty, I ask - no demand - she return Calais.
For reasons I don't understand, I get a sweet smile and a patient explanation that Calais is French.
Naturally I demur and our conversation continues over milk coffee and croissants. And we reach an agreement in principle over Calais.
But not so with Yankees, pretty or not. Naturally I demand to know what happened to Les Darcy and to Phar Lap.
All I get is a strange look as though I have lost my mind.
As I am highly suggestible, I do feel I have lost my mind. Then I think I should mention Calais, then I realise that would even be worse.
And worse still, there is no milk coffee and croissants or an agreement in principle.
And I am, as you know, a man of principle.