Senior politicians are in crisis management mode, while refusing to look head-on at the chaos, writes Laura Waddell
We could now be single-figure days away from Brexit. The countdown might have changed, whittling away to this solitary and puny number, but it feels like little else has. The penny is beginning to drop – along with the pound – that there may be issues with fresh food supplies, travel, and plentiful other inconveniences.
Leave-voting owners of holiday homes have given sheepish vox pops, contemplating for the first time, it seems, how the change will actually affect their own lives. Captains of modern industry have set sail for overseas, taking HQS and manufacturing contracts with them. We’ve turned the front page on our passports, no longer quibbling about whether they’re blue or black, to starkly blank pages inside. And by and large, we’ve turned our backs on our friends and neighbours, the EU citizens who have been sharply aware of uncertainty all along.
For all the gradual dawning of the immense headache we’re facing, and with some Leave voters rallied to anger that it’s not what they signed up for, whatever that happened to be, little of the reality of the situation seems to have filtered through to the governing class.
If you’ve lost track of the ins and outs of parliamentary votes, and who could blame you, as a system so riddled with opaque procedures is not much illuminated by feverous Brexit machinations, don’t worry too much about catching up. Not much has changed. We may be eight days out – as I write, it’s looking like any possibility of a delay won’t be secured easily – but the UK is still arguably as ill-equipped for Brexit as it was before charging into the vote over two-and-a-half years ago.
Things happen to much parliamentary bluster. News is constant. Every day brings votes, motions, and interjections, but fundamentally nothing really changes: we still lack a clear and viable path through long-term confusion and consequences. May and Corbyn alike flipflop on their willingness to work with representatives from Scotland and Wales while our Secretary of State for Scotland David Mundell stares into news cameras like a rabbit unwillingly pulled out of a hat which is now caught in the headlights.
Craven panic is the only grand plan. It’s not so much Groundhog Day, or May, as purgatory. Citizens can only wait as politicians scrabble, led by the divining rod of party political power-struggles in the absence of clearly communicated, earnest strategy.
If the word Brexit ever had real meaning, it lost it a long time ago amidst the slurry of adjectives: soft, hard, or anything to anyone and ultimately indistinct. Eight days out is a surreal place to be, but many factors have contributed to the lack of substance characterising the whole process.
Lies on buses aside, reports about Brexit’s impact on industries have been suppressed or quickly become yesterday’s news. The official opposition is hedging its bets so as not to alienate voters, putting forward no less fantastical an approach to negotiations as the clock continues to tick. Against a global backdrop of digital noise, polarised social media silos, false equivalence and dimin-