Perhaps we've spoken now.
I'm not particularly happy with what we found ourselves saying. We were offered a choice of Tory futures- and we chose the one that would do the most damage to the political and cultural establishment. I don't think we voted to be ruled by Michael Gove or Boris Johnson; I think we voted to smack Cameron's pink chops and knock the smirk off Osborne's dial. Osborne was still in office last time I looked. I can't think why...
We didn't, incidentally, vote with our wallets. In the short term, anyway, we voted against our wallets. Did we believe it when the Brexiters promised that all the millions we wouldn't be sending to Europe would be spent on the NHS? I didn't. And I see that Farage is already saying they didn't really mean it. Well, of course they didn't. They're liars. We always knew they were liars, didn't we? We weren't voting for them
We were voting to upset the apple cart. To smash things up a bit. Some will say we cut off our nose to spite our face.
There's a lot of anger around. I caught Will Self on the news last night being really horrible to Dreda Say Mitchell. I've never warmed to Self and now I know why. He's the liberal (so-called) version of an angry white man. Last night he was expressing the rage of a metropolitan elite that has been done down by a load of bloody oiks and it wasn't pretty- all sarky and face-pulling and finger-pointy.
This isn't a good place we're in, but Britain hasn't been a good place for the poor and disadvantaged for long, long time. The elite have made sure of that...
"Smile at us, pay us, pass us, but do not quite forget
That we are the people of England who have not spoken yet"