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artycelia   I am quite dreading the speech in Florence on Friday. I hope Boris is gagged and chained while Mrs May spouts another load of silly meaningless slogans and soundbites. ' We will survive and thrive following our departure from the European Union ' 'We will continue to have a close relationship with our European neighbours.' ' We will be enjoying new trade deals outside of the EU ' 'We are stuffed, can we call the whole thing off?' Boris wriggling out of his chains yelling, 'bus, BUS, what about the BUS? ' Ho hum. I am sure the EU are shaking in their shoes. What an embarrassing mess we have gotten ourselves into.

I brought my dad back from his hospital stay today. He is 81. He has been fitted with a pacemaker. The hospital staff have been absolutely brilliant, kind and lovely. To his surprise though dad admitted that they were all ' Bloody foreigners. ' As he walked back through his front door I reminded him that without those bloody foreigners he would have been carried out of his house in a long box. He voted to Brexit. Britain, wake up and smell the coffee. Exit Brexit.

Headline: June 21st 2019. Despite two years of tough negotiation the nation finds itself broken, hungry, skint and scared. The cost of our dairy and meat products have surged, the price of an average carrot is now 90p.  There has been no asparagus in the shops at all. An iceberg lettuce is a relic from 2016, never to adorn a prawn cocktail ever again. Prawns are as rare as hen's teeth anyway so maybe that's not too much of a problem. Our cattle have suffered a catastrophe as there are no vets to inoculate them or treat them when ill.  The fruit available is well and truly manky as the pickers went home leaving the maggots to raid the fruit bowl of the land. A cheap flight to Portugal now costs an average of £999 return but no-one is going on holiday as there is no healthcare provision should they fall ill. (And the foreigners hate us) Everyone knows someone who has had their personal data hacked- the tech industry is in technical meltdown. Canary Wha

artycelia   Great Britain is Kevin the Teenager and the EU is the long suffering parent. It's almost funny. GB: It's not fair, I hate my life. EU: Well, life's not fair, we just all have to do our bit. GB: I don't want to. It's not fair. EU: Well, in life, sometimes it rains and sometimes it's sunny. GB: I 'ate the rain. EU: It makes the crops grow. GB: I 'ate crops, they're boring. EU: Life can be fun or life can be boring. It's up to you how you see things. GB: You're lying, everyfink's boring. EU:Life can be fun, the whole of Europe could be your playground. Lots of art, culture, friendships, food, lots of people to back you up if you find yourself in trouble, a sense of camaraderie, a union of people with the same goals. GB: My dad said you stole all our fish. My dad said you stole all our jobs. My dad said  you are all krupt (sic) EU: Go to bed Kevin, we'll deal with you in the morning

I find it really difficult to believe that despite the recent terror attacks, the rising prices, the falling pound, the horrendous fire and the likely consequences of it (massive scale of re-housing countrywide seems possible) that we are STILL entertaining our departure from the EU. Especially now that we have Macron and a bright new optimism sweeping through the EU. It's like the Cinderella story - reversed. How I wish Brexit was just a fairy tale, I would chuck the book in the bin. Delete 22 Recommend Reply

Mrs May's position as Prime Minister has become untenable.  Before becoming PM, Mrs May was Home Secretary responsible for home affairs, the police, citizenship etc. She has come under fire for cutting police numbers when the threat and indeed incidents of actual terrorism are escalating at an alarming rate. We need more nurses, more police and more fire fighters -not less- to deal with these incidents. 'The fire' (that's how it will be remembered) has left a horrifying Syria-like symbol, the burnt husk of a building, a looming  menace on the skyline of the capital. A symbol of so much of what has gone wrong. So many dead, so many missing, such a cruel waste of innocent lives. Why did the building alight so ferociously?  The weeping and the wailing.  Who did we need on this , the most terrifying of nights? The fire-fighters and the police and the nurses. Where does the buck stop? With the Home Secretary at the time of the refurbis

No Brexit is better than a Botched Brexit. Let's call the whole thing off.  If Mrs May is seriously considering the DUP there will be anarchy in the UK. A summer of discontent.  But will she listen????? Delete 20 Recommend

  I have accepted the result of the referendum, I didn't like it, that much is obvious. However I believe that now the whistle has been blown the game has to be played. (In this case though, it's more of a tournament)  I am not prepared to idly watch the game from the sidelines, or walk away picking my nose displaying a total lack of interest in the tactical expertise of all the teams in the tournament. I want to keep a close eye on the referees and all the players. I want to question any decision I believe to be wrong. I want the referees and the linesmen to show fairness, I don't want a bunch of bullies to referee the games. No-one can predict the outcome of Brexit. Predictions are just educated guesses which is why we have to play the game. And as in a  game what happens off the field matters. Finally we would do well to remember that last year's wins don't mean anything. Bloody Brexit. Delet

I think Mrs May feels she should deal with 'Brexit' as that is the plan on the table. She can probably be shrewd, analytical and precise in her dealings with the EU and by being astute and clever she probably imagines she is on the right road. However, she could do with a liberal dose of realism, warmth, empathy , wit and objectivity in her dealings with the EU. The problem is, for me anyway, is that if the Remain vote had prevailed she would be taking her same attitudes to placate the Brexiteers. I find her to be disingenuous.  And somewhat dangerous.  If Hammond disagrees with her will it be 'off with his head' ? Mrs May might benefit from realising that although logical thinking is a good thing, a healthy dose of realism does not go amiss.

I am not actually bitter about Brexit but I am bewildered. I really cannot see the benefits of leaving the EU. If the fishermen think they will be able to claim our fish, then maybe they will, but will they have a market in which to sell them? Where will the vetinary surgeons spring from to care for the cattle? Will the air space, travel control, cheap fares still be available? Will the fight against terrorism be controlled by London? What will the British actually gain from becoming a small island? Or an even smaller island if we lose NI and Gibraltar? If indeed, we become a little and obscure Isle of May?

I can't believe we have got ourselves into this mess. I know 'feelings' upset a lot of people on these forums which is quite ironic but blimey , why are we doing this?  To extricate ourselves is going to be painful, expensive, chaotic and probably futile. It is like dissembling a jigsaw, scattering the pieces all over the floor of a huge warehouse and then scrambling about trying to put the pieces together again to create a pretty picture. We are where we are in the world. A dangerous world that none of us expected to be in, whatever our age. We are a member of the European Union, a union (as we have sadly seen) that stands together in the face of adversity. A union that brings us together, teaches our children to share, to enjoy the foibles that being a little bit different but mainly the same bring. To share culture, history and solidarity. To move forward together knowing that someone has your back. Our leaving is going to be expensive and nast

It's interesting and amusing how the referendum has introduced a new form of stereotyping. Remain voters are portrayed as young to early middle-aged, quite well off and supremely intelligent, probably slim, fit and good looking . Those who voted to leave are portrayed as being as old as Methuselah, a bit on the poor side, lacking in intelligence /decidedly thick, probably a bit tubby, unfit and frankly, ugly.  But here in Great Britain (soon to be re-named The Isle of May) we are a diverse community, no size fits all. I voted to remain. I am in my late forties (so I tell myself) not well off at all, quite clever in some areas but quite thick in others, slim, fit and good looking.  I did have a bit of a spend up this week but not on a new car like a few other posters here today but on a new pair of jeans from Primark. I think it is reasonable to forecast some very tough times ahead and after reading the interview with David Davis in the Independent earlie