On the evening of Ash Wednesday, having prayed, fasted, and abstained from meat and, as far as was humanly possible, from uncharitable thoughts about Donald Trump and the Holy Father, I went to what must have been one of the most enjoyable Remainian parties ever given. As you will imagine, the company was delightful: charming, funny, liberal, patriotic, gentle, elitist, sceptical, generous, forgiving; and the talk was not obsessively one-dimensional.
There was discussion of Brexit, too, of course. In fact, the party was held to launch Harry Mount’s latest book, Summer Madness: How Brexit Split the Tories, Destroyed Labour and Divided the Country. Mount, as it happens, voted Leave, but he was almost the only Leaver at his party. Only in England, as they say in America.
