What more is there to say about the humiliating sight of Britain’s Prime Minister traipsing around Europe pleading with the Chancellor of Germany and the President of France for an extension to the Article 50 process? Personally, I’m out of outrage and have moved into the “listening to Mahler’s fifth symphony and wishing I was on holiday in Provence” phase.The defence of Theresa May, as she makes her wretched journey, is that she has no choice. This has been the defence at every stage when she makes terrible choices – whether it be misleading her key Brexit ministers time and again, or playing the hard Brexiteer early on in a bid to prove her no-existent Brexit credentials, or failing to process what losing her majority meant, failing to communicate clearly with the country, or obscuring tough choices, or in failing in the elementary Prime Ministerial task of persuasion because she cannot cajole or even do basic politics, it seems. A series of terrible decisions (not all May’s decisions, but a good many of them May’s decisions) led to this appalling situation in which the country is reduced to the role of a beggar on the international stage.