The world has gone mad.
Britain has gone mad. What kind of leader wins a dirty fight, and then straight up admits they lied? Orwell would be appalled at the dystopian stories now unfolding in real life, everywhere.
We are leaving the EU because apparently, many of those who voted to leave didn’t think it was serious and someone would stop us and wait, what have we done? It’s like waking up to your scatty flatmate’s bad life choices. Except they doused both of you with petrol before lighting the match, to see what would happen.
Hell of a week, hell of a year so far.
No fiction I could write could top real events. This week I can’t even try, I’m so tired.
These few words will be my tiny victory, fiddling while Rome burns.