Bregrets, we’ve had a few…

It’s tough to say which of the six ex-PMs of the last ten years was the worst, as each was terrible in his or her own way, but I would nominate David Cameron, for the level of entitled carelessness he displayed in needlessly subjecting the nation to the disaster of Brexit.

A decade on from that fateful day, I still feel visceral anger that my European citizenship was stolen from me by a sorry collection of cynical schemers, who had latched on to the populist campaign without really believing it could actually win. They have, of course, mostly walked away without suffering any adverse consequences, leaving the dispossessed masses who bought into the rhetoric to pay the price for the economic damage that has been done.

Worse though has been the effect on the national psyche; the UK today seems a sadder, meaner, less optimistic country than I can ever remember. It’s little surprise that polls consistently show a clear majority judging our departure from the EU a mistake, and support, especially from the younger generations, for rejoining.

We are where we are though. I’m tempted to say that all we can do is let hope triumph over experience, and trust that our next Prime Minister will finally be one who knows what he is doing, but I’m not quite ready to slide into such a state of passivity, so I’ll see if I can summon the resolve to get involved in some local political activity again. I guess I can’t bemoan the state of the world if I’m not prepared to at least try to do something to make it better.