Random Brexit Thoughts

The figures are laid out here. in the Independent.
It occurs to me, as Mrs Strong and Stable croaks on about the “will of the British people”, that no one really knows what that is. Least of all Mayhem herself.
She didn’t even know what Brexit was, except that it was Brexit, and it was Red, White and Blue.
UK wide, 48% of the people were motivated to vote for Remain, but of course, 52% voted to leave.
Almost everywhere you look the UK is split about what it should mean. The Tories and Labour are both split. England and Wales voted one way; Scotland, NI and Gibraltar the other way. And Brexit, which the idiot prime minister couldn’t define, means different things to different people.
My point is that “the will of the British people” (or 52% thereof) probably comprises a pretty wide spectrum of points of view.
What did Neil of Newcastle, Sally of Stoke on Trent, or indeed Cathy from Clachnacudden or Billy from Blaenau Ffestiniog actually vote for?
Some will have read excellent pieces online, on blogs or Twitter.
And some will have read in-depth financial reports from learned academics. Others will have taken the Financial Times and daily faithfully ploughed through it.
Many more, I suspect though, will have been influenced by the headlines in the Sun, Telegraph, Star, Express and the Devil’s own journal, the Daily Mail. After all, who can forget the story of an old woman being carted off to casualty with a broken arm the day after the referndum, and demanding to know why the Iraqi doctor that was treating her had not gone home.
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They will have seen this kind of thing, daily on the newsstands.
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They will have read about £350 million a week that we apparently send to Brussels and which they have promised to dedicate instead to sorting our four ailing health services in these islands.
And they will have swallowed the line repeated everywhere about taking back control of borders, laws, and money (eh? Never understood that!).
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If this is true, surely any kind of deal, which, remember, will require compromise on both sides, will not be suitable for them. You can’t take back control and then immediately cede it. Can you?
No, I suspect that many of these people voted to strike out on their own.
No deals. No compromises. No foreigners. No foreign laws. Nothing. Nada.
Just “Rule Britannia”, iconic blue passports… or to be more accurate…passeports bleus iconiques and “Dieu et Mon Droit” (bloody foreigners get everywhere).
It will break,  and with a bit of luck break-up, the UK, but I suspect that that is what the British people voted for.
Mrs Maybot might like to reflect on that thought a while before she repeats “the will of the British people” ad nauseam.


Our precious union?

Ye gads!

You embarrassing woman.





Munguin and his new Personal and Executive Assistant, Fuzzy.

No one really knows what is going to happen next April when the UK will leave the EU.

If we had a government that knew the first thing about governing, we would already know the terms of our leaving. But we have a set of genuinely incompetent and ignorant fools “inebriated with the exuberance of their own verbosity” as Disraeli once said (of Gladstone, I think). So we know sod all, except that we know that they know sod all…about anything.

Of course, everyone will try to come to some sort of agreement on the most important aspects of trade and of mutual recognition of basics like driving licence and insurances, so that goods can move from Europe to this benighted island.

But, let’s be fair here, when you leave the golf club, you really can’t expect to be allowed to play a round from time to time, pop into the bar of a Friday with a few mates for a drink or six, and take your partner for dinner in the restaurant on a Saturday, all the while refusing to recognize the authority of the management committee.

Because, if you can, then all the members can do it too… and guess what happens then? Your golf club has ceased to be a club any more.

Munguin likes a lifestyle of some comfort and is most worried about the idea that he may not be able to lay his flippers on the high-quality goods to which he has become so accustomed. So our reader Kangaroo gave us an idea.

An occasional series where we will look at how you can provide for yourself (and your media mogul) with just a little forethought. Vestas has been telling up about growing your own tomatoes… and Munguin has a tree absolutely covered in apples. But what about one of life’s most important items of nourishment?

Kangaroo (not surprisingly) lives in Australia. He has been brewing his own. and here he gives a few hints on the process.

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He writes…
“It is a Coopers Dark Ale, brewed with light malt rather than the instructed dark malt, it takes 7 days in the fermenter and then it’s been in the bottle for 21 days. It is quite bitter for my taste and I would prefer it a bit creamier. All in all though its a 7 out of 10, a big success.
“Costs around $25 (Aust), that’s about £14, for 19 litres, plus you need the equipment which costs around $130 (£75) for the fermenter, bottles, sanitiser and cleaner.
“So from a financial point of view, it is a resounding success. I will try to find another Ale which gives me a taste closer to my liking.”
Here’s a tutorial.
Clearly there are other brands available.
If anyone has any tips on anything else we can do ourselves if we have to, feel free to drop Munguin a line.