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Doom on the Island

MONDAY, JULY 11, 2016

Well, the bookies got it wrong...I was out at an Indian Restaurant in Soho on the night of the EU referendum and said to my dining companion that the bookies had slim odds that we'd stay in the EU..."but who knows, it depends on how many villages out there believe in Midsomer Murders and the ghastly Archers". By the time I got to Shampers, around 10.30pm Greg had been at the bar for hours having kicked off his day at 11.00 am with a Bloody Mary."I just want the day to be over" he said, "I just want..."and tailed off. He looked at me imploringly. "The bookies say we're going to stay in..." I muttered, "it'll be OK". By the time I left he had managed to spill wine on his shirt and looked like a man ready for bed. I went home and sat up listening to  the results on the radio. I nearly texted Greg 'uh oh' after the first few but did not wish to upset him. By the time dawn had swung into action we had swerved out of Europe and now were booming about off road....no lights, no brakes, the steering gone and just hoping we would pile into a haystack rather than go off the fiscal cliff... I went to bed and woke four hours later with a sense of nameless dread...

Well that was  a little while ago and now it feels as though we are in a kind of Narnia looking back through the wardrobe door into old Europe. We are indeed in a strange land. We do not know how things are done here. There are seemingly no leaders. The people seem scared and frightened. Back through the door there is a calm country house,  the cupboards are full as is the cellar...and in the comfort of the house Boris Johnson hatched a plan to finally get the adoration he has a seemingly bottomless craving for. Michael Gove sidled up to him with a buttered crumpet and whispered about a future that was stuffed full of chocs and frothy drinks and champagne and ham and boundless summer afternoons and pointed at doorway...'just through there...' but the doorway did not lead to  Narnia but to a doom laden little island and Gove and Johnson and Farage are nowhere to be seen. We do have angry people aplenty and people crying and spluttering, on live national radio,  saying it was all a horrible mistake....we do have a mad woman no one has ever heard of who, until a few hours ago, was trying to become Prime Minister...we do have a currency that is as unstable as a pinball, and a political class that seems to be having a kind of nervous breakdown on a massive scale....

Everybody it would seem is in on it, the entire school (that we call the House of Commons) is throwing chairs around and starting fights and fires....toffs and cap doffs...from Cameron to Corbyn we seem to be playing out some kind of vast Upstairs, Downstairs, Gosford Park, Downton Abbey soap opera, as though the sense of uneasy doom this causes on the island is ok because it's a bit like television...



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