Can you believe it?

Before the ink has dried on the ballot papers, the great unwashed idiot brigade is already getting itself in a lather (but not soap).

‘We only wanted to protest, not to leave.’ ‘We want a second vote.’ ‘The Bleavers lied’. Ad nauseam…

And to cap them all, Cleggover vows to campaign in the next election to reverse the decision to leave. I’m pleased that HM the Queen will have a chance to ask him for three good reasons why.

I’m forgetting, the end of June is traditionally the Silly Season in politics. The poor dears are in need of a few months’ break now, to return with batteries recharged, to create chaos once again.

Juncker’s sour grapes

Juncker

The former PM of a tiny country the size of Iceland is the head of the European behemoth, whose monstrous stumbling around the social, political and financial worlds has razed the continent’s landscapes and lined the pockets of thousands of petty bureauprats.

Now the UK has dared to advise him where to plant his sceptre. His response? ‘We didn’t like you anyway, it won’t be a friendly break-up, so get on with it right away.’

That, cherished colleagues, is a world-leader speaking! Can he even imagine that most of his member states would prefer an amicable transition, to protect their mutual interests? No, he has never lived and worked in that world. So good luck to him and them.

 

A Humble Prediction

One of the more unfortunate aspects of living in Spain is that I’m surrounded by among the most pretentious of expatriates. Earlier this week I was thoroughly eviscerated by a mob of Yanks convinced in their typically insufferable manner that the EU represents the very best of Europe. I was the only Brexit supporter in this Septic-dominated “group” with a vocal minority of self-loathing Britons, not that it is much of a group as they have made a point of marginalising me as I don’t fit their mould. Not that I really mind, drinking heavily, watching football and jumping into bed with strangers isn’t my idea of a “good time”. Continue reading “A Humble Prediction”

Rule Britannia!

That’s an order from the People to Westminster. Get it sorted. No more unapproved interference from across the English Channel.

But no doubt Scotland will seek again to defect, N Ireland will once more have to deal with a foreign border.

As an expat my Pounds are worth about 7% less this morning – but that is a personal price worth paying for Britain achieving her people’s will.

 

Ominous?

Tonite, folks, it’s the Viking festival of Midsummer (yes, a bit late but blame the Christian hijackers). But the Sun god is out of sorts, it seems – widespread thunderstorms are expected to disrupt the planned bonfires and booze-ups and continue into the weekend. So the Sun will bounce across the northern horizon unseen by human eye.

And what else do the gods have in store? Spooky.

An epoch defined

No, not tomorrow’s vote, Monday’s meeting in Nice between the rich kids of England and another, less feted team. Yes, Iceland.

It will be a win-win for the Davids, whatever the result. But for England it will not be a breeze; rather storm-force gales from the North.

Defeat should be unimagineable – but it isn’t, because as usual England are dithering, unable to stick to a plan worthy of their famous individuals.

Will Woy finally deliver? Who knows?