at least they didn’t vote us out of the football. We’re out of Europe but not the European finals.

The City was like a morgue yesterday. Like a funeral. Awful. Everyone devastated, everyone a bit pessimistic about the future. What future? they seemed to say.

Britain is now divided into 2. We have London and Scotland, the most bizarre coupling as Scotland’s main reason for its own attempted ‘leave’ was down to its anger at being controlled by ‘Westminster’. But ‘Scotlond’ as its already been termed, are both massively ‘in’. Other than Wayne, of course, who wears his British bulldog t-shirt adorned with UKIP badges, with pride. Nothing to do with today’s ‘pride’; that’s different.

And then we have ‘the rest and the Welsh’, in no particular order. The ‘outers’. And as Wales are one of the few nations to be a ‘net earner’ from the EU, its rather a strange move on the part of our neighbours to the west.

I would further divide things (well everyone else is being and has been rabidly ‘divisive’, why not me?) into the old and the young. The former wanting out, the younger massively ‘in’.

As of last night someone came up with a new slant. That victory (if it can be so viewed) was one for ‘normal people’ over ‘globalisation and corporate culture’. Funny that in the combined 97,384 hours of endless fucking rhetoric pre-referendum, no-one thought to make mention of such a fictitious issue. Yet within 10 minutes of the result, they’re all banging on about it.

Oh well, we beat Australia at rugby. Possibly our new best mates now that Europe hates us and America has declared its intention to make life very difficult for trading purposes. So if you want to order a new chevy truck, do it now. Or… what else does America make? Oh yeah, guns. Loads and loads of guns. Anyway, as that nation is swapping lame-duck Obama for stupid-fuck Trump in the near future, they have other things to worry about.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx