It has been a consistent feature of Brexit that its principal cheerleaders appear to have only a dim understanding of what it might realistically entail, and moreover that they appear to assume that firm commitments made in consequence on negotiation with the EU can be lightly cast aside when they are seen to unsettle the preferred narrative of a Brexit crafted on British terms.
Interesting article on the NI Protocol here on the EU Law Analysis blog.
… all that, though, what did you think of Mrs May as prime minister?
This is probably an amusing song about Brexit by Fascinating Aida [whose, er, prima donna, Dillie Keane, would qualify to play for Ireland] [and who now provides wise advice here].
The new song doesn’t work on my computer with my browser and my settings, but perhaps it does elsewhere.
Fascinating Aida’s best-known song is probably this one, which includes the word “feck”.
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. Jacob Rees-Mogg wants to keep all the cheese and all the pork pies for himself (though you’d have thought the Brexiteers produced enough pork pies of their own).
No more Wensleydale, Caerphilly, Lancashire, real Cheddar or the other [animal-based edible] delights of foraging across the water.
Goodbye pork pie hat.
But on the water, this will mean that boaters on the Shannon–Erne Waterway will have to be careful not to move animal products from one side of the boat to the other. Travelling to the Erne, Free State products may have to be kept on the starboard side and Brexitanian products on the port; they’ll have to be swapped over for the return journey.
… here is today’s lesson.
This is a brewery.
Weberbauersche Brauerei in Breslau
~1880 [Wikimedia Commons]
This is a piss-up.
What you do, see, is ….
Oh, forget it.
Wood’s Laxative Pills are a valuable FAMILY APERIENT MEDICINE, and an excellent remedy for Bilious Complaints, Habitual Costiveness, Head Aches, and all Disorders arising from Obstructions in the Bowels. Not one particle of Mercury, Antimony, or other Mineral, enters their composition.
Prepared and sold by James Wood, Druggist, Bristol, in boxes, 1s 1½d each, or three boxes in one for 2s 9d. Sold also by Mr Edwards, 66, St Paul’s Church-yard, London, and by most respectable Medicine Venders in the Kingdom.
Liverpool Mercury 16 June 1826
So if you think your favourite Brexiteer is full of shit, you know what to suggest.