I can\’t say I\’m convinced myself:
When I got my own A at A-level German in 1986, West Berlin was regarded as a dopey hangout for draft-dodging hippies. Unless you were planning a Nick Clegg-style Eurocrat career, you didn\’t need it. But now German is the language of the nation that supports the British economy and keeps the eurozone alive, bailing out places we like to go on holiday to, such as struggling Spain and Greece.
Look, we\’re quite happy for them to pay for everything but why on earth would we actually want to talk to them?