YOU’RE going to need something today. A tonic of some description. The weather in March, so far, has been as if winter slept in late, has arrived into the office at 11am, and is now acting fierce busy.
And then there’s Brexit. This past week has been so strange, it’s impossible to even think of an analogy. Somehow, a prime minister voted against her own government’s amendment and then lost when the amendment was passed.
I don’t even know what the analogy is there. Perhaps it’s akin to running into the middle of a gun fight, wrestling the gun off someone, and then taking careful aim at your own foot and missing, but the bullet ricocheting up and taking off half your ear. And still retaining your marksman job.
Feet up, for a change.
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