The Day That Wasn't.

So here we are at Brexit Day. For a full two years we've been approaching this clusterfeck of a day, faces like thunder but with hope in our hearts. And now we're here, we're not here at all. More than six hundred elected representatives can even now find no way through this debacle, probably a lot of them knowing Brexit was a shitepile from the off, but too cowardly to speak truth to their misguided constituents.

Banksy produced this artwork ten years ago at his exhibition in Bristol Museum, long before Brexit was a glimmer in the avaricious eyes of millionaire politicians and bankers. We did the exhibition twice, perhaps three times, while it was on. It was thrilling and creative and full of punkish fun. I'm so proud of Bristol Museum, and Banksy, for putting it back out there on a day like today.

Called "Devolved Parliament" its a lot larger than you might think. The extra shows it against humans for scale. I'm fairly confident chimpanzees would do a better job, on the whole and with very few exceptions, than the incumbent lot. And now, coffee in the garden while I calm down again... we haven't gone yet. We might not go. She might. In other news I've just handed in my nomination papers for my own bit of local politics. Have a lovely weekend.