brexit means brexit
Well, it may do to Theresa May. To the rest of us, the best thing about Brexit is that no matter what hassles we face in life, how deep our problems are or what disappointments we suffer, we now have a cast-iron excuse for all that befalls us.
Make no bones about it, I intend to blame everything on the referendum result: Missed my sales target again this month? Yeah, sorry about that but all my prospects have the European spending jitters; Late again? Apologies, my train was delayed as it was packed full of Polish migrants returning home; Didn’t return my call? Whoops, I was with the estate agent checking how much my house price has fallen over the last month. Lost another squash team match? Damn, I just couldn’t get those falling GDP figures out of my mind. Forgotten your wallet? No, but I’ve converted everything to dollars and I don’t think The Red Lion accepts them.
Furthermore, Brexit is Britain’s great gift to the world: a giant pre-cooked spanner-in-the-works mitigation for everything from the faltering French economy, to the teetering Italian banking system. From the rise of the far-right, to the barbed-wire fences on the Macedonian borders. What a fantastic legacy and how they’ll all grow to love & respect us for it. Probably.
