2nd July, 2019.
Yes, it’s officially official.
I’ve just had a haircut.
Which is …
OK, possibly not something that’s life-saving, Brexit preventing, or running around with its knickers in the air, yelling “Hello, I am Paul’s latest haircut.”
But … ?
I fell less shaggy.
That’s a good thing.
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Did you read this article on the BBC’s website?
It seems the European Union has negotiated a trade: one that’s favourable to both sides.
But taken twenty years to negotiate.
Frankly?
This is where leaving the EU’s strike’s me as blatantly stupid.
There’s many who confidently say we’d be able to negotiate deals that are just as good.
Maybe
And yet?
All I can do is look at the fact deal took two decades to finalise.
Walking away from one that’s ready to go, from one that’s up and running, to make our own — one that could well take another two decades to sort out — seems as stupid as ever …
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