The noes have it, the noes have it

I am no longer depressed about this situation. I am beginning to become excited and curious as to how the whole thing is going to pan out.

I have long since become accustomed to the notion that we really are going to leave the EU, either smoothly or roughly, and now it seems as though it is going to be as rough as you like.

I have often said how much I would like to have been born into the era between the death of Oliver Cromwell and the restoration of the monarchy, and - in a small way - it seems my wish may well be granted.

I hope I live long enough to witness the demise of the choice shits of both sides of the political spectrum, though I draw the line at disinterment followed by hanging, drawing and quartering as Cromwell was when Christmas was reinstated.

I hear that Boris Johnson has followed his PR advice by losing weight and having a haircut.

I also hear that the IRA are having a break from kneecapping minor drug dealers and sending small bombs through the post again.

Ah, wonderful. Just like the old times. Bliss.