"Britain stops Russian ship carrying attack helicopters for Syria"
Well, that was the headline in The Telegraph and after my first rush of excitement and the thought of 'plucky little Britain' taking on those damned 'Russkies' with two tug-boats and a dredger, I went on to read the actual details. Alas, not quite as glorious as I first thought. In fact it was not so much the sound of swords being drawn from scabbards but more like the scratch of a quill pen on parchment in some office in Lloyds of London. HMG had been tipped off by 'the Cousins' as to the nature of the cargo on this particular Russian boat and had, in turn, warned the insurers of the ship that being party to a business deal forbidden by the High and Mighty Panjandrums of Europe constituted an offence. Instantly, well, as near instantly as you can get in Lloyds of London, some Bob Cratchit was ordered to dip his quill pen in an inkpot and a message was sent to the Russians saying, in effect, sorry, comrade, er, I mean 'mate', all bets are off and you're on your own! The message to Putin & Co was clear - don't mess with Great Britain Inc or we'll cancel your insurance - that'll teach 'em!