And then one by one, the people who had foisted this referendum on the country all went slinking off back to their bedrooms. Like little boys knocking on doors and then running away. Or more like grown men standing in horror around the dead body and one by one, scarpering before they have to take responsibility.
Prime Minister David Cameron was the first to go, saying the people's will "must be respected". Sounds like he'd just had enough to me. "Six years doing this crappy job and this is how they thank me? Well, they can figure this one out on their own". Hilariously, he also mentioned confronting big decisions, not ducking them - which is exactly what he appears to have done in resigning. Literally, "Oh shit. Run everyone."
Then, when all eyes turned to the UK's very own Trump wannabee, ex-mayor of London, Boris Johnson, he too threw the towel in. He announced that he was not going to be
And, rather mercifully, I woke up today to find that Nigel Farage, the big "Leave" proponent has also stepped down. Apparently he has achieved his political ambition by winning the referendum "That's it mate, I'm out. Sort it out for yourselves" is what he seems to be saying. (Where have we heard that before?")
So - the three biggest names in the referendum are all now out? Unbelievable. As well as the fact that some of the biggest promises (NHS funding and immigration) are now said to have been "mistakes", surely the whole thing is null and void. Whatever side you're on, this is an unmitigated mess. Perhaps we'll all step out of the shower tomorrow morning and find ourselves with a do-over? *
* and no, that's not Trump's hair do, it's the American term for having another go.