Like a massive hovering zeppelin, the EU Referendum debate blocks light and eclipses everything. Guessing the next turn is like one of those kids’ adventure books that jump around the narrative according to which page the reader fancies next. You sense there is order but it’s not keen on revealing itself.
Day to day things become MUCH more curious than any fiction.
Ukip, the group who really brought about the Referendum, are beginning to fight like cats in a sack. At the very moment when their life’s work reaches its great crescendo, Nigel Farage attacks both Douglas Carswell, their only MP, and Neil Hamilton, their new, self-appointed leader in Wales. The agencies for Leave are showing more signs of splitting than a Monty Python sketch.
On the other side, Benedict Cumberbatch and David Cameron pal-up to push for Stay, on cultural grounds. Even though Benedict and his chums are pushing hard against the reforms that the PM and his culture secretary are making to the BBC. On cultural grounds.
There is life beyond Brexit. And death, too. And it’s in death that two stories of hope emerge.
Last week there was a memorial for Sir Nicholas Winton, the man behind the World War Two Kindertransport. He rescued 669, mostly Jewish, children from the clutches of Nazis in what was Czechoslovakia and moved them to new homes, new lives and a future in Britain. He died last year aged 106.