It's a little after midnight as I type this. We're out of Europe. After nearly four years of infighting, which has left half the country despising the other half, we have now turned inwards on ourselves and become Little Britain. A Britain that is now run by swivel eyed loons.
I feel sad: I know I'm not on my own. And still nobody I speak to who voted Leave can give me one tangible benefit they/we will see now that we've Brexited that will improve their lives - their sad, miserable lives; which probably explains why at about five past eleven what I thought was a car backfiring (do cars still backfire?) was actually a rather pathetic solitary firework.
William Orbit - Barber's Adagio for Strings (1995)
I had Sky News on here in America when the clock struck 11. Seeing the clip of your flag being lowered in Brussels was surreal. Watching drunk Brits who lost their jobs at the EU exiting the Belgian beer garden down the street was a sad sight too. Let's hope for better days... somehow.ReplyDelete
It's all very sad, Brian; though looking at what you have to put up with in the name of Trump can hardly be a picnic either?Delete
We are in mourning here too.ReplyDelete
There doesn't appear to be any light whatsoever at the end of this particular tunnel.Delete
Hey John, I have to apologise; the comments you left on my new blog were wrongly sent to a spam folder which I've only just discovered existed. Unfortunately, I highlighted the genuine spam on there (the usual viagra salesmanship and tales of Nigerian millions on offer) and selected delete...little realising that it would delete your comments too! As you can tell from all this, I'm still getting to grips with WordPress!ReplyDelete