I hate to keep banging on about politics, but…

Its kind’a all there is. And its big. Massive. So big and so massive that even Wales beating Northern Ireland in the Euros yesterday takes the back pages to the total fucking mess that is ‘Europe: the aftermath’. The analysis, the post-mortems, the political flack. Which is actually colossal.

And here’s the problem. We’ve voted (well, YOU have) to leave Europe. On two promises. Firstly that ‘Europe costs us 350 million pounds a week!!!!! and that money can instead go to the health service’. Except that figure was shown to be wrong and a joke, randomly plucked from somewhere in the inside of Boris Johnson’s head, just before his bike experiences and below his Prime Ministerial aspirations. Then, immediately after their victory, it was stated that actually, in reality, there won’t be any money from the EU ‘savings’ for health service at all. Neither 350 million nor 173 million a week. Not even tuppence a week. Nothing.

The other issue was immigration. Though this too was a myth and a lie. Farage showing Lybians entering Slovakia my have actualised the worst fears of many, but immigration from outside Europe is nothing to do with our membership of the EU. Never was. Immigration from EU countries is the EU thing, and unlimited. Ahhhh, we’ll put a stop to that then!!!! Actually, it’ll probably be the first item on the table when we go with our begging bowl to sort out our new, outsider, trade deal. Oui, they will say, you can ‘ave ze trade deal, but you must allow Europeans into your country, as is was before. Otherwise, sell your Queen’s 90th birthday mugs somewhere else.

Cameron’s gone. And now Corbyn has lost 4 cabinet ministers in the last 24 hours. So far. They want the tosser gone for his tragic mismanagement of the Labour voters. So we’ll have no Prime Minister and no leader of the opposition. So who gets to be Moses and lead us out of the promised land?

We are in a national disaster. We are a national disaster. This referendum was the biggest mistake since Donald Trump’s midwife didn’t just flush him down the loo.

Happy Sunday. Though I don’t know what there is to be happy about.

A xxxx