Sometimes you read a little snippet in the paper and it just makes you laugh. Well, it just makes me laugh. And today it totally cracked me up.

As England lost a meaningless friendly to Holland last night, talk again centred on Wayne Rooney. Should he be an ‘automatic’ starter or do we now have better players who do the job far more consistently than the floppable Man United granny-shagger?

Fierce debate (yawn). Then I read that Rooney’s son has asked his dad for an England shirt… with Jamie Vardy’s name on it. ‘Et tu, Kia’.

And whilst we’re fiercely debating stuff, let’s get back to Europe. I know, England are in Europe (skin’a’the’teeth, but we are at the moment) and Holland are definitely Europe, which we know because they cheat. But its all about the referendum. Cameron’s Folly.

I just read an article by Danny Finkelstein in the Times. And its the first decent, proper, useful article I’ve read in all the Euro-debate rubbish that’s been a constant in the press for the last 6 months. What he said was: ‘there is no answer’. Alternatively, there may be an answer, but it lies deeply buried in libraries full of European information that would take a team of researchers 14 years (I made that up for effect, but you get the idea) to sift through. And as well as there not being an answer, most people don’t have a clue what the fucking question is.

Its all speculation. Its all open to opinion. Balance of probabilities. Because we have no idea how Europe might respond to our leaving. They obviously won’t want us to stop buying BMW cars and Miele cookers and baguettes, but will it all become more expensive? We don’t know.

Ahhhh, but we’ll have control of our laws if we leave. Will we? That assumes that we don’t now. In various speeches, politicians stated what they thought was the effect of ‘Europe’ on ‘our’ laws. Nick Clegg (an ‘inny’) said 14%, Nigel Farage (doh) reckoned 75%. I think it safe to say that those numbers differ in a statistically signifiant way. And neither are worth the wear and tear on my keyboard to state them.

So God bless Danny Finkelstein. Now I know why they made him a Lord. Because he didn’t answer even one single question. But he made me feel better about not knowing. And as we’re already in, I now feel that I need to be convinced to leave. Otherwise I’m staying put. Unless Turkey get in, then I might reconsider.

Though dinner tonight at Izghara, the fab Turkish restaurant, might make me even re-think that.

Happy Wednesday, may your kebab be flowing and your goals uncontested.

A xxxx