Fuck Brexit

10 years ago I woke up in a tent in Glastonbury and realised that the utterly unthinkable had happened.

We spent the morning, we festival goers, wandering around in a daze. It can’t be true?! Can it?

It was. The magical otherworldliness of Glastonbury faded quickly that day as the real world, the horrible hateful reality, crashed over us.

You can track back a lot of what is going on now in the UK to that point. The single most stupid, selfish, ill conceived idea for a referendum.

There is nothing good to say about it. No silver lining. And it’s sickening to hear so many people who voted for it, now bemoaning it.

Morons.