Politics is now nonsensical

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JULIA BRADBURY Bowel Cancer UK patron THANK you for clarifying what most of us have known all along – that the Brexit campaign was carried out on the basis of lies and distortion.

Based on the Treasury figures released earlier this month, the Leave assertion that we send the EU £350m a week was blatantly untrue.

And it was largely an older section of the UK population that voted ‘to stop sending money to Brussels and, as it happens, voted at the same time to damage the future of I WAS born to be a Geordie, and a Geordie I will be, Until I breathe no more and they dig a grave for me. Wherever I may travel, wherever I may roam, Newcastle is my place of birth and will forever be my home. I belong to a great heritage, and it belongs to me, My blood runs to the rhythm of heavy industry. My grandfathers were coal miners, or they built great ships, Out of Swans or the Neptune Yard, their souls slid down the slips. And in the centre of my fair city, beats a strong and vibrant heart, Eldon Square, Northumberland Street, and many many bars! It all adds to the atmosphere, unique and all its own, Full of Geordies, kind and loyal, their humour well renown. Old Earl Grey gazes off, down the younger people in this country.

But with a madman in Pyongyang and one absurd individual in Washington, why not a posse of questionable street that bears his name, The beauty of our Grainger Town brings the city worldwide fame. However long it comes to be, since my eyes set on those streets, I’ll know every flagstone, every brick, every corner on which to meet. And someday it will come to me, it soon will be my turn, My ever-wandering feet will slow, the ache for home will burn. The roar of the Gallowgate End will echo over the sea, Calling loudly, far and wide, “Come, Geordie, home to me”. The heart that can resist no more, will this time be mine, And home I will travel, once again, to the mighty Tyne. I was born to be a Geordie, and a Geordie I will be, Until I breathe no more, and they dig a grave for me.

SANDRA McMASTER individuals in Downing Street as well? The nation has spoken indeed. Utter nonsense. JAMES DOBSON Warkworth