Europe

Well, I've put it off for a while, but eventually it had to come. A post on Europe. Feel free to leave now if you want. There are few subjects of more importance to British life, political, economic and day-to-day, and none that are more ineffably tedious. It's hard to maintain the white-hot indignancy needed to rebut the inanities and indignities that churn out of Brussells in the face of its extraordinary dullness.

Hard, but not impossible. Richard and Helen at EU Referendum manage it pretty well. But, and I'm not trying to be nasty here, there's more than a touch of the obsessive on display. John Major's comment about the Eurosceptic Richard Body ("When I see Richard Body I can hear the sound of white coats flapping") touched a sensitive spot. People who can drag themselves through the poorly-written, poorly-translated poorly-conceived mess that passes for European legislation are either slightly peculiar to begin with or else are driven so by the experience.

Just as it has been observed that we are doomed to be ruled by the people who can stay awake longest in public meetings, Europe seems to have decided that the best way to get its legislation out is to make it narcoleptic in effect. This being so, we should be as grateful as possible for those who read the damn stuff for keeping the rest of us up with the current European machinations.