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Thursday, 30 June 2016

It Just Gets Better...

It just gets better...

So David Cameron does a runner after his referendum goes impressively tits up and the country quickly anoints his successor PM Boris the Great or perhaps not. Today Boris Johnson does a runner too as he announces that he’s pulled out of the leadership race after his partner in crime Michael Gove announced he would stand against him. So just who is going to clear up this mess? Nobody in their right minds who vote for Gove surely?

As I keep telling L, it’s all just politics and probably nobody is really saying what they mean. What we all need is a book on it all. In fact Boris is probably saying exactly the same thing and will be off to Waterstones as we speak.

L picks me up from work, having apparently spent most of the day typing up her Brexit inspired memoirs, and we head off for a long weekend dogging in the Lakes.

The dog show is at the Westmoreland Showground near Milnthorpe and after quickly pitching the tent, whilst dodging the rain showers, we head off into Milnthorpe and have a few drinks in the Cross Keys. Sadly the six ales on their bar are all pale but with it being a Robinsons’ pub, L soon moves onto bottles of Old Tom. We take one of those and a nice dark Anchor Porter back with us to the tent.

(Thursday 30th June)

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Border Controls

On the bike today and it didn’t rain on me. Novelty.

It does rain later but we manage to swim to the pub for lunch and more Black Jack. If it doesn’t stop raining soon, I'll be swimming home as well. Thankfully it does ease and even a bit of sun makes an appearance.

L gets home to find the stair gate open again. Doggo is curled up asleep on his mat downstairs while MD was apparently just coming down the stairs. I don’t know whether to be annoyed with that dog or pleased at his resourcefulness.

Dogging tonight and I give L a lift to Mickleover to visit her folks. We consider taking our passports in case they have already set up border controls to get into the extremist shires post-Brexit.

Perhaps this is why training is very sparsely attended, so I take part in a double session to keep numbers up. Then I meet L in the Masons where faced with the same beer selection again, just to be different, I have the Bass. 

(Wednesday 29th June)

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Article 50

Still nobody has a plan. Meanwhile the pound is now worth peanuts and not even a full packet at that. The one bonus is that at least all the impending doom has got more people interested in politics.

L has started writing her memoirs, basically documenting the unfolding chaos. She says it’s going to be her own ‘Politics for Thickos’ book. I hope she’s gracious with the royalties when they start flooding in.

She has purchased a book on basic politics to get her started but she knocked back my offer of the snappily titled ‘Politics for Dummies’ because she wasn’t sure she could sit and read it on the bus or the train or in the pub. All she’d have to do is wrap a copy of ’50 Shades’ around the outside of it if she wants to look normal. Daughter, however, has no such qualms and orders said book.

L's also activate the Facebook equivalent of Article 50 and she’s out, deactivated, gone and no longer friends with me or anybody for that matter. It’s all happening.

It's pub night with the old school chums today, I wonder if they’re in or out. One of each as it happens. The outer, who’s unemployed, will just have to put up with our doom mongering. Number 51, Mill Town Black Jack, lightens the mood a touch.

At Antibos later, I’m sure the 100% European staff are trying to disguise their accents or is it just me imagining it.

(Tuesday 28th June)