Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
The Secret People, GK Chesterton
Well, we have now, Gilbert, and there may be hell to pay. Consider the confusion that is engulfing us. Consider the misery, the uncertainty, the bad blood and resentment, the ill will and spite. And that’s just in the home. It is worse in the pubs, I am told.
But there is joy, too. Among the Brexistentialists, you will find a giddy triumphalism. July 23 is now their Independence Day, and Nigel wants the date to become a bank holiday. No wonder some of us were almost catatonically depressed on Friday morning.
