When democracy goes awry

When democracy goes awry

Well, well, well.

I never really used to take too much notice of politics.  In the late 90s and early 2000s it was very easy to let it all wash over you, as the various parties seemed to do their utmost to blend into each other.  All our politicians were a bit sleazy, you wouldn’t trust any of them further than you could comfortably throw them, and one was invariably as bad as the next.

But then our very own live action Iggle Piggle thought it would be a great idea to put to bed, once and for all, the silly idea of the UK leaving the EU.  Because no-one in their right mind would possibly vote to leave, right?  ‘Cos that would be madness, and unsettling, and probably quite bad for the economy and the very make up of our culturally rich and diverse country, right? Right?

Oh.

I stayed up to watch that result.  I don’t think I’ve had a more subdued, depressed day at work as I had on the 24th of June, 2016.  After not very much sleep at all, I woke up feeling decidedly out of place.  52% of my fellow countrymen had voted in a way that felt so completely at odds with the way I felt, and, more importantly, at odds with how I was sure the rest of the country felt. Sure, that is, until that overnight TV-watching marathon as I sat, astounded, as result after ridiculous result came in.  The “drip, drip, drip” of a country sleepwalking into a massive mistake.

So now we wait.  5 and a half months on, and the pound is worth 20% less than it was, Mac’s are a couple of hundred quid more expensive, and Toblerones are a distinctly silly shape. Oh and Marmite went missing for a day or two, but came back, albeit slightly costlier.

But nothing’s really changed, has it?  Those of us that voted remain watch with dread as we wait to see exactly what a Brexited UK will actually mean.  When will Article 50 be triggered, and what will it really mean? I don’t know, but more worryingly, it seems like the government doesn’t have a clue either.

So, as I get to the end of this post, I’m quickly starting to realise that I don’t really have a point.  I think I’m just going to go and stare at my favourite tree, and hope things start to make sense soon.

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