Quentin Letts: After Trump's prices, it was not time to dust the gramophone and play, let's not be cattle for the Germans

The trade war broke out during the night, the common goods gathered after breakfast to inspect the damage.

We had taken a Wallop in the first bombardment of USS Donald Trump; But while the deputies emerged from shelters and the secretary of speakers gave dressings and cups in sweet tea tin, there was a consolation: the EU had worsened it.

The Berlaymont building, HQ of the European Commission, would look like the Abbey of Tintern Post-Henry VIII. Ursula von der Leyen was in a patch for the eyes, Guy Verhofstadts Center separated quite ruined and the macrons Emmanuel Pants had been exploded, betraying a froufrous thong.

Any temptation to laugh was, please, to be resisted. The EU may have been vindictively useless for us (and in fact for its own fortune) from Brexit, but it was not time to dust the gramophone and play Christmas cowards does not allow you to be bestial for the Germans.

Anyway, it was the message of Prince Michael de Kent, who was standing in the shipping box.

Donald Trump announced Basic prices of 10% on Wednesday

A quick friction of the glasses showed that it was not his royal Highness but was in fact Jonathan Reynolds, the secretary of trade, a Christian soul and not one to rejoice.

Not in public anyway. Who knows how much there were at Downing Street when Trump's prices were announced on Wednesday evening?

Westmins day started with the nasal knight organizing a breakfast meeting n ° 10 with business leaders.

Her initial inclination to descend below the battle fatigue was only avoided by a lady always alert starmer, who can consider her husband's recent militarism without too much appetite.

It was therefore a sober Sir Keir who told business leaders that we are now going to the next part of our plan, adding, I want to be clear: we are prepared.

With that, he harnessed a vegan sausage and stuck in his bag. A commercial army is walking on its stomach.

The Prime Minister and Mr. Reynolds spoke of the effect of prices on British workers and the book in their pocket.

Assistant, it echoes Harold Wilsons Infamous book in your pocket broadcast after devaluation in 1967.

Sir Keir Starmer is organizing a meeting with business leaders at n ° 10 after the news

In the communes, the most aggressive came from these insatiable heat, the liberties and the Greens.

Sir Ed Daveys Lot was positively jingoisical, encouraging Mr. Reynolds to get up and to Trumpies and give him a few centimeters from Sheffield Steel.

The battleboard was led by Daisy Cooper, the deputy chief of Lib Dem. Consider it like Georgy Zhukov to Sir Eds JV Stalin, except that Marshal Zhukov has never, as far as I know, wore white gym shoes and a turacular pants suit.

Mr. Reynolds and his conservative shadow, Andrew Griffith, were quieter, although Mr. Griffith almost raped the rule without smiling sly in Brussels when he said that last night was a justification for those who were pororing and mistreated to support Brexit.

Cue Tory Hear-Hears and theatrical disgust for Lib Dems and some on the work benches.

Lady Emily Thornberry (Lab, Islington S), whose new black suit gives him the air of a widow in Vichy France thinks that Simone Signoret in her last years has been acid about Brexit and Boris Johnson.

Stella Creasy (Laboratory, Walthamstow), likewise, wanted the government to jump now in the bed with the EU. Stella subject to advertising deplored those who celebrated that we were only affected by a tariff of 10%.

Reynolds refused to play with his party policy and said no one celebrated trade hostilities. See? I told you he was a good guy.

A new conservative deputy, Alison Griffiths (Bognor Regis), flew to a tirade that Mr. Reynolds had denounced and delayed to meet officials of the Trump administration.

Mr. Reynolds said to her politely but firmly that she was talking about waste. He implored her to adopt a more serious approach. Some conservatives seemed to agree with him.

To adapt a little the last words of Prince Michael of Kents, George V, the Minister said Bogger, Bognor.