Well played, British people, out at last. I’m so proud of us today
ALLISON PEARSON
Well, thank God it’s over, that’s all I can say. There were celebrations aplenty. Spirits were high from the intoxicating sense that we had finally left. WE DID IT! In Chelsea, Brexit Beer was served at the party of Vote Leave’s Jon Moynihan.
Specially brewed from the bitter tears of Dominic Grieve and other fundamentalist Remainers, no doubt. The sight of the Union Jacks along the Mall lifted the heart. A wonderful flag for a wonderful country. And yet the overwhelming feeling was one of relief. We really couldn’t take much more of it, could we?
It is a shocking, exhausting, nerve-shredding, despairing, torturous 1,317 days since David Dimbleby looked into the camera and said, “The British people have spoken and the answer is we’re out!” Some of us were naïve enough to believe him. Others took a more jaded view. In his book, The Great Brexit Betrayal, Rod Liddle reports that, on hearing the news, his wife said, “They’ll never let us leave.” Events since June 23rd 2016 came awfully close to proving her right....