Dead in the water

Anyone living outside the UK will presumably have missed the latest series of The Apprentice, and hence the episode which provided a perfect metaphor for Brexit.

In it, one candidate, strangely no longer in the process was tasked with giving a guided tour in an unfamiliar city. Being British he didn’t need to familiarise himself with the target location, it was foreign, so how hard could it be? Well, as it turned out the building he was to take them to had an entrance that was easy to miss, or easy for him, so he proceeded to lead his party round and round the outside of the building, his confidence in finding the way in seeming to grow rather than shrink through some strange cognitive dissonance process he could no more spell than understand.

And that is Brexit. The more it falls apart, the more the insurmountable problems Brexidiots dismissed as ‘project fear’ turn out to be, in fact, insurmountable, the more strident and arrogant they become.

IDS (Irritable Dunce Syndrome?) was on TV today loudly proclaiming that we should walk out on the EU, that would show them - like an unfunny Lord Melchett from Blackadder, all bluster and ignorance and spite - and while I still wanted to see someone punch him hard, repeatedly, I also felt happy about how really cross he is going to be when this all falls apart and we stay in.