Fuck Brexit

10 years ago I woke up in a tent in Glastonbury and realised that the utterly unthinkable had happened. We spent the morning, we festival goers, wandering around in a daze. It can be true?! Can’t it? It was. The magical otherworldliness of Glastonbury faded quickly that day as the real world, the horrible hateful reality, crashed over us. You can track back a lot of what is going on now in the UK to that point. The single most stupid, selfish, ill conceived idea for a referendum. There is nothing good to say about it. No silver lining. And it’s sickening to hear so many people who voted for it, now bemoaning it. Morons. Thanks for reading and keeping RSS alive. Visit my site for more.