Which, it must be said, sounds a little angry.
Me: “What in particular that gets you going? The beer? The fags?”
Woman: “Yes, both.”
Which holds the cards, I ask.
“UK. If we just leave they’ll be banging down our door.”
If you think that, any deal where the UK makes *any* concessions, won’t cut it.
“Well we beat them in two world wars didn’t we?”
Me: “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Woman: “A lot. It matters a lot.”