Like the figure in The Scream, I stare, transfixed by their lies
PICTURE: DUNCAN MCGLYNN
THERE was no real pleasure to be had from seeing her worried face and listening to the note of rising panic in her voice. This was my staunch Brexiteer friend who answered everything with a merry, irritating laugh and a “We’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”
Now, for the first time in a long time, she was sitting beside me over lunch and the penny/centime had finally dropped, 26 months after that gut-wrenching referendum result.
“But we didn’t know all that,” she said plaintively, pleating her napkin, talking about the latest warnings on pension payouts and health care, both vital to her as to many.