Here in old Albion we have many archaic laws which have become buried in the statute book. One particular un-repealed shire law states that in Hereford it is legal to shoot a Welshman on a Sunday, providing that it’s with a longbow and within the Cathedral close. Seems a tad ironic if not harsh, since the men of Gwent are attributed with inventing and refining said weapon and that Chaz Davis is Welsh and grew up in...Herefordshire. Ungrateful .......s. North of here, if Dai similarly ventures across the border and wanders into the old Roman town of Chester a similar ancient ruling permits that they be shot by bow and arrow within the city walls. If a Taffy has the temerity to cross into Shropshire and is unfortunate enough to find himself in Shrewsbury on a Saturday night under a waxing gibbous moon during Michealmas he is liable to be bent double over a firkin of ye olde cask ale and arse ..... with a courgette. I know this because it happened on a night out to Willski which is why he fled across the ocean and vanished in the Mid West.
Tellingly, I suggest superseding these absurd anachronisms with a unifying inauguration of contemporary legislature. I propose that any Welsh consortium colluding with unscrupulous conniving venture capitalists under the auspices of Llywodraeth Cymru, fraudulent European lenders and public tax payers funding should be round up, chained, exiled on a prison ship destined for one years hard labour breaking rocks for Tailem Bend.
The British GP then comes home to Donington.