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On Brexit (part II)

 

 

(from The Evening Standard)

 

 

On US Election night

My head hit the pillow at midnight.

The alarm was set for 6am.

In the morning a Speed Awareness course for my heedless sins.

Let it not be Trump.

I woke at 3.30, rose and peered through the blinds. The rain was teeming down, accompanied by a stillness and a silence. The silence was disquieting and foreboding. Preposterous perhaps, fanciful even, but hyperreal to me: I felt a malign presence.

I turned on the radio.

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