A new day dawned. The sun rose on a shocked and surprised country.
The vote’s been counted. It’s Leave, but only just.
Having run a campaign that’s split Britain in half, possibly in quarters, the Prime Minister told us that “fresh leadership is required”.
Having seen off the 1am raid on our currency, the Governor of the Bank of England spoke on national TV, reminding everyone that it’s business as usual.
“Sound as a pound” is still as true today as it was yesterday. Even if that message came with an American accent. He’s Canadian by the way.
As he stepped out of his house, the great pretender was expecting a bright welcome to match the bright morning. Instead, he found that an array of boo’s lay in wait.
His 20 yard saunter to success became a 20 mile trudge to transport.
Exit, right? More like ‘just left’.
The scent of political blood in the water had unleashed a media feeding frenzy. All the TeeVee wannabe’s salivating. Aching to present fresh meat to a screen near you. Speculation by the bucketload, non-sense wholesale.
So what does that 48% / 52% “Vote Leave” mean?
The answer is as simple to say as it is difficult to deliver.
Reform the EU.
Which we haven’t actually left.