
He describes a happy encounter with olive growers in S. Italy, thus:
' ... over a few litres of wine in the local tavern we eventually got onto politics. I asked them: "What do you think about all those rules and regulations from Brussels?"
They looked at each other and one of them smiled as he filled my glass. "You mean the English Laws?"
"No. I mean all that bureaucracy from the EU."
He set down the bottle. "Allow me to explain ... We call them The English Laws because you're the only ones stupid enough to obey them."
Oh dear. The truth can really hurt. Can't it?