I steer clear of these three topics as a general rule, but I am becoming increasingly worried about myself. I seem to have developed an addiction to BBC Parliament. I have got to know more about the stars of the show over the last few weeks, or is it the last two years?
I love seeing the weathered face of the Right Honorable gentleman, John Bercow.
‘Order, order!’ Bercow cries to calm down the rowdy rabble drowning out the House in a cacophony of grunts and groans. To be fair, when Bercow barks, they generally stop moaning.
Often akin to watching a bawdy British Victorian melodrama, I often wonder what people from other countries think when they tune into the deliberations of the great British Parliament.
Actually, Bercow reminds me of Leonard Sachs, the compere of the TV show, The Good Old Days I used to watch as a child. Sachs kept his rowdy audience in order by using over-elaborate, showy words, such as multitudinous, ventriloquial virtuosity, quadruplicity, panoply, mountebankery (comedy, silliness),
Fast forward to 2019. I am fortunate enough I share a home with someone who has a Degree in Politics and puts me straight when I don’t know what the Hell is going on during Brexit shenanigans.
With just 41 days and counting… nobody said leaving the EU was going to be easy, but nobody said it was going to be a complete musical hall farce either. But it’s too late. We are leaving. Soft, hard and let’s completely drive everybody bonkers in the process.
I am luckier than most, I live in Jersey, Channel Islands and although part of the British Isles, we are self-governing. Jersey would like to build a physical bridge across to France, which will happen I am sure but long after I have had my last political moan.
Who wouldn’t want to be a part of Europe anyway? 51.9% of the British population, apparently.
I may live in Jersey, but I consider myself British through and through. I am a Yorkshire woman and I am immensely proud of my heritage. My forebears were pioneers of the worsted spinning industry and they wouldn’t have wanted to see our relationship with Europe going down the pan. I also had a Greek grandmother, so I consider myself a Citizen of Europe as well, so I want to keep the Entente Cordial with our European
The fact is, like it or not, in this ever-shrinking world we need to be working on global
I had an iMessage from OneLotto this morning, asking me if I was…
‘Fed up with Brexit?
Too bloody right I am!
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