False smiles, secret talks, begging for help.. it May all be pointless
I’m now obsessed with clips of Theresa May arriving in Brussels.
You know the ones – she gets out of the car (after great difficulty sometimes) and stands there talking out of the side of her mouth to Juncker or Barnier or Merkel, shaking hands and smiling while the cameras snap away. You don’t know what any of them are saying but it’s tremendous fun trying to guess.
I imagine the conversations go something like this… Theresa May: This is a nightmare. Euro Person: I know. I feel for you. TM: I just want all this to be over. EP: But your voters, they are idiots. TM: Can you give me something? Anything. EP: Would you like an aspirin?
It seems like she makes this trip every week now, to beg for a further concession from the EU that might be enough to satisfy the lunatics in this country for whom no Brexit can be hard enough.
But the truth is that some of these maniacs won’t be happy until they get their fantasy scenario – crashing out with no deal at all, which every economist worthy of the name has warned would be an unmitigated disaster.
Who knows… as house prices collapse and interest rates go through the roof, maybe a lot more of us will come to know what it is be sleeping in a tent.