I was going to have a little rant this morning about the current position with the Brexit negotiations.
About how a No Deal scenario is looking more and more likely.
About how this wasn’t what was promised at the time of the referendum.
About how we were told at the last election that we had a deal that was “oven ready”.
About how the language describing a No Deal scenario had, until very recently changed, with the words “No Deal” bring replaced with the words “an Australia type” deal.
About how ridiculous it is that the sticking point appears to be fishing quotas and territories, when the UK fishing industry is only worth £0.9 billion annually (and £220 million of that is from EU subsidies).
About…oh, so much more, but generally, what a dumb idea Brexit was in the first place, and how disastrous a No Deal Brexit is for all of us.
But I can’t be bothered. You’ve heard it all from me before enough times by now.
So instead, just a song, with the lyrics underneath to underline the significance:
We’re setting sail to the place on the map
From which no one has ever returned
Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool
By the light of the crosses that burned
Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace
And the gold and the cotton and pearls
It’s the place where they keep all the darkness you need
You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby
You will pay tomorrow
You’re gonna pay tomorrow
You will pay tomorrow
Oh, oh, oh
Save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no
Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no
I want to run and hide right now
Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea
They will leave you drifting in the shallows
Or drowning in the oceans of history
Traveling the world, you’re in search of no good
But I’m sure you’ll build your Sodom like you knew you would
Using all the good people for your galley slaves
As you’re little boat struggles through the warning waves, but you don’t pay
You will pay tomorrow
You’re gonna pay tomorrow, yeah
You’re gonna pay tomorrow
Save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools, no, no, no
Save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools
Where’s it comin’ from?
Oh, where’s it goin’ to?
It’s just a, it’s just a ship of fools
More soon.
A History of Dubious Taste 
Very apt. The time for a rant is as you say probably behind us now.
So many first-time Tory voters at the last election are going to fall upon even harder times I fear.
Enjoy your weekend.