I saw a parallel for exiting the EU whilst taken my dogs for a walk along the river path. Then at a distance the figure approaching was jockeying for position. Deferentially something twitched in my polite, policed politic fast twitch fibres. At one hundred yards distance we both moved to the cambered high ground, both destabilised but morally superior.

He was on my left, I on his right, and suddenly we fell over. Finally we passed, neither her of us occupying the centre ground. What is to say: we were two selfless idiots. Our centre collapsed and we achieved nothing. This nothing place is what we call union. A perverted kind of morality. Note that the anagram for "Rome" is "more".

DAVID ROWAN FRSA

Breinton Road

Hereford