It's embarrassing watching all these ministers go round the world grovelling for a bit of business now that in two years we'll be getting the heave-ho from all those garlic-eaters across the Channel.

I mean much as I like Oz there ain't much to sell them whereas they've got gallons of lovely jubbly plonk to flog us, not to mention all that Fosters (though apparently it's brewed in Bedford like most foreign beers).