This title was inspired by John's reaction on his latest post.
On Monday, the leaders of the remaining 27 countries are going to get together in a locked room to decide the best way of punishing Britain without harming themselves any more than we did last night.
I did not think that I would be so depressed about this outcome, should it happen, but I had an image just now which makes more sense of it all than anything else right now.
The general atmosphere in Britain this morning now reminds me of a child who kills another living creature for no better reason than to see what it feels like, then is filled with remorse for his deed which cannot be undone.
Guess the ailment! - What ails a boy who has his feet in a big bowl of warm watery Epson Salts? When I was small it was a cup of hot Bovril and some bread. These days it's a ...
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