That’s …
You know, I’m sorely tempted to say ‘That’s torn it.’
But those words seem just a little bit too glib, to describe what’s been announced.
So you know?
The UK has voted to leave the EU.
With 51.9% of those who voted — a 72% turnout — voting to leave, and 48.1% voting remain. Going by the figures? England and Wales mostly voted Leave, with Scotland, Northern Ireland and London mostly voting Remain.
We have two years to negotiate leaving: under Article 50 of the relevant treaty.
Given the currency’s going
berserk as we speak? And many businesses not yet saying what they’re going to do? And much of the EU’s governing bodies not yet announcing how they’re going to react?
Those negotiators better be good.
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Prime Minister, David Cameron, has just spoken.
And has announced that he will be standing
down as Britain’s PM, and Conservative party leader. And that a new leader will be chosen, by the time of the Party conference in October.
That new leader will then be put in place as PM: and in the position of Prime Minister, for the rest of this Parliament. AND in charge of the Leave Negotiations.
That — as much as the Referendum’s result — is unsurprising.
But, speaking personally? Much as I’m NO Conservative voter, I have to give the PM credit: for taking the BIGGEST political punt of a lifetime.
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As a final thought?
Phew!
As a final thought, I voted remain. As far as I understand it — from the media coverage of her death — Jo Cox MP, was killed, in part, because she was a Remain campaigner.
I voted Remain, in part, because I felt I would be supporting her killer, in voting Leave. Although it was a close-run thing. One or two people who’d commented on Facebook, made comments about those planning to vote Leave, I personally found deeply offensive: and almost had me voting Leave, in sympathy.
But voted Remain, as a way of sticking up two fingers to Jo Cox’s killer.
That was one part.
There’s a few others. One? Simply that at least one of my regular commentors — Olga — is a Spanish national living in the UK: and I’d hate to see her being unwelcome, purely because Britain had left the EU.
The other?
My family is bizarre. But, basically, my step-father — and father of my two sisters, Anna and Ruth, and long since divorced from my mother — has properties in Spain.
Often? Ruth, Anna and Jude holiday there.
The fact we’ve now decided to leave? Means my nephews’s holiday in a beautiful part of the world are now — in all probability — far more difficult to arrange.
Has Britain blown it?
Quite probably.
I can only hope we figure SOMETHING out!
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