To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself.
The deed’s been done. At 12:30 BST, Sir Tim Barrow personally delivered the Prime Minister’s letter invoking Article 50 to Donald Tusk. Nine months have come and gone since Britain voted to disentangle itself from the increasingly moribund EU project. There is no going back, there is no stopping Brexit.
Tellingly, Brussels and London have acknowledged that neither side will be entirely happy with the outcome of negotiations. The chancellor stated that there is no way to have one’s cake and eat it, too. Even Paul Nuttal acknowledged that certain aims would not be quite so easy to realise. Despite this, life goes on. The UK will not suffer unduly and the EU has found a way to muddle on. Those countries that wish to practise “ever closer union” will do so, those that do not wish to will have a formally recognised prerogative to maintain the status quo. One forgets that Rome did not fall in a day, to mangle a cliché. Life will continue to carry on on this, our beloved continent.
As a final note… The local birdcage liner, the Trieriescher Volksfreund, was even more pitiful and hysterical than it usually is. I rarely actually read the rag as it has the impartiality of the Grauniad and the journalistic integrity of the Daily Express. Unless, of course, I wish to elevate my blood pressure. They managed to find two shrill remoaners to confirm their bias. I fear that with this sort of mindless propagandising many Continentals shan’t ever understand Britain. As David Cameron said today, “We’ve never liked the EU flag. We always preferred our own”.