Muslim economic migrants from Iraq, Somalia and Afghanistan are on the move in Europe. They decline Italy, eschew Tuscany, reject Rome. The pleasures of Autumn in the Auvergne are not for them, and they turn their backs on the Midi, but not for the rich Calva and creme of Normandy cuisine. From a dozen directions they converge on the Cote d'Opal, but not to taste the season's new oysters, scallops fresh from the sea or even a warming steaming dish of Autumn tripes. No, they pass by the greatest that Europe has to offer in food, culture and history to head for Britain.
There's only one reason they come here. It's known in remote Afghan villages where they scratch in the dirt with sticks and share their straw with the goats. It's known in every pub and on every street corner in Britain. Even the French know. It seems the only person in the UK who has no idea why they're all coming is Gordon.
Because if he knew, he would change things, wouldn't he?