How do I begin?
This is going to be a rant. For me, the worst part of Brexit is it's b$ggering up my writing style. Every piece I want to blog starts the same way: What the f$ck! We're in the hands of a bunch of thick, lying Tory b$st$rds and there doesn't seem right now to be any way to get away from them. If Brexit has done nothing else, it has reduced my opinion of the British electorate. Not the Scottish electorate, note: those of us in Scotland had a real ding-dong in 214 but we learned a lot, whatever way we voted in the Scottish independence referendum, and we're not likely to crawl back into our wee corner and keep quiet. As we used to say as weans: Make me! It doesn't matter to me that Treeza jets up to Bridge of Weir (very handy for Glasgow International Airport, so she can jet right back out again for her next engagement). It doesn't matter that the bampot owner of INEOS is threatening to leave Scotland. Go for it, big man - we've sussed it: you need u...