Here’s Mark Steyn, on the lion that didn’t roar: Iran got tough, Blair just crumpled.

None the less, it seems to me this morbid obsession with the national loser fetish obscured the really big British defeat - to Iran, in the Shatt al-Arab water polo. Six Royal Marines and two Royal Navy sailors were intercepted in Iraqi waters, forcibly escorted to Iranian waters, arrested, paraded on TV blindfold, obliged to confess wrongs and recite apologies, and eventually released. Their three boats are still being held by the Iranians.

Mullahs 8, HMG nil.

The curious thing is the lion that didn’t roar. Tony Blair has views on everything and is usually happy to expound on them at length - if you’d just arrived from Planet Zongo and were plunked down at a joint Blair/Bush press conference on Iraq or Afghanistan or most of the rest of the world, you’d be forgiven for coming away with the impression that the Prime Minister’s doing 90 per cent of the heavy lifting and the President’s just there for emergency back-up. Yet, on an act of war and/or piracy perpetrated directly against British forces, Mister Chatty is mum.

Likewise, Jack Straw. The Foreign Secretary goes to Teheran the way other Labour grandees go to Tuscany. He’s got a Rolodex full of A-list imams. When in the Islamic Republic, he does that “peace and blessings be upon his name” parenthesis whenever he mentions the Prophet Mohammed, just to show he’s cool with Islam, not like certain arrogant redneck cowboys we could mention. And where did all the ayatollah outreach get him? “We have diplomatic relations with Iran, we work hard on those relationships and sometimes the relationships are complicated,” he twittered, “but I’m in no doubt that our policy of engagement with the Government of Iran… is the best approach.”