‘You realise, of course, that this means War.’
I was at the shopping mall at Ocean Terminal in Embra yesterday afternoon for various mundane reasons. When necessity drives me there, I always try to lift my spirits by driving to the very top parking level and looking out north over the Firth of Forth. I defy anybody not to find that a lift to the spirits.
Anyhow, I cast a soothed eye over the Western Harbour of Leith docks and saw that two of our gallant allies were present and moored yards away from the most famous denizen of said harbour.
The FS Georges Leygues is, as you will all recognise, a French anti-submarine frigate, presumably on exercise. I was pleased to see that we had given them a sporting chance by mooring the HNoMS Utvaer right in front of them in the hope that even the French should be able to spot a stationary submarine on the surface at that range.
Full of bonhomie, I gazed benignly at the French frigate, Then I spotted what they were flying at their mast.
You have to understand that this was in full view of the Royal Yacht Britannia and all who were visiting her that day.
I am convinced that the French upending of the flag to which I hope to remain loyal for the rest of my life, Sleekit Salmond permitting, was calculated. Churchill was right when he sank their fleet at Oran. In my opinion.