People keep on asking: “What’s it going to mean?”
If I had the answer, I’d be able to make a bomb. But I don’t, so I can’t.
I was minded today to think I knew, but then Nicola Sturgeon was reported as saying the Scots might hold another referendum on whether or not they want to remain as part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. If the Scots vote to leave, it will – of course – no longer be a United Kingdom. But that’s another story.
The governmet under the premiership of Theresa May has no ideas, either. Unless, that is, it has some ideas but is keeping quiet about them.
Asking us to vote in June was akin to asking a man if he wanted to die. Of course, he voted to live – but on his terms.
Now we are all going to die, victims of a vote which casts us out of a Union which we have enjoyed without realising we were in it. Out of it we shall feel the cold like someone cast out into a wintry street without an overcoat.
I guess that’s what it’s going to mean; not being in a club and feeling cold.