In case you haven’t seen it there is a marvellous and entertaining article by Fintan O’Toole in the Irish Times.
I admit it doesn’t tell us much we don’t already know about the disaster that is Brexit, but it is marvellous because of the power of its prose.
I quote just a taster…
In Johnson’s world, leaving the EU and preserving the prawn cocktail flavour crisp are matters of equal gravity, equally worthy of the blood of martyrs [and dying in a ditch].
Queen Elizabeth only has two birthdays; post-Brexit Britain has nine – so far. The date with destiny has turned out to be a whole box of dates. With Brexit, a deadline is a line that is drawn forever and then dies away.
It is striking that the appeal of the whole project has ceased to lie in the wondrous future it once promised. It is now just what the torturer says to his victim: I can make it stop. “Get Brexit Done”, the slogan endlessly repeated by Johnson (presumably it tested well in the focus groups), pretty much boils down to: let’s get this horrible thing over with. It is a long way from the sunny uplands.
And the article’s conclusion echoes those drawn earlier on PP – if perhaps written with (surely not?) a little more flair…