The dawn of Brexit

Warning – this is a bit of an opinion piece/rant, a little (well, all) political. Not my usual forte. Read at your own peril! 

To say the least, it is definitely an interesting and historical time to be living and working in London right now. The mood following yesterday’s EU referendum result was a weird one – disbelief, disappointment, frustration and a bit of denial was prevalent in the city where 60% had voted to Remain.

 It’s interesting that the beliefs and agenda of wider England swung against that of its own capital city, resulting in Brexit. It’s strange that this is actually going ahead, when it isn’t necessarily representative of the views of close to 50% of the population. It’s tragically funny that London and the Tube was held at ransom by flooding and rain, adding an additional challenge to those wanting to get to their polling station to cast a vote. It’s also funny, thinking back to how calm everything was on Thursday because we, in our little London bubble, were so convinced that the UK wouldn’t leave. It’s bewildering that 1.3m votes was the margin, of which there are now stories of some people voting Leave because they were so convinced Remain would inevitably win and that their vote wouldn’t matter – the grave beauty of Democracy! 

I love the UK. In fact, I’ve had a pretty busy and spectacular week, engaging in and appreciating things that this great country has produced – Coldplay at the iconic Wembley Stadium, Royal Ascot with Queen Lizzy, the cricket at Lord’s and lunch at Heston Blumenthal’s Fat Duck (more on all that later). There is a lot of talent, culture and tradition here that makes Great Britain what it is – Great. 

I also love that despite having all these fantastic things on its own, there is such a European feel and flavour, in the people you meet, the business that gets conducted, the casual ease of travel, the attitudes towards being open, global and progressive. 

Fortunately, I’m not the child in this situation seeing my parents getting divorced – while shit goes down in the EU household, I can always go home to Mama Australia. I’m moreso the concerned relative who earnestly cares for both parties, is still in shock about their announcement and hopes that they’ll both be ok. They were great individually, stronger together and despite their problems, it’s sad that they’re now going their own seperate ways. 

But life goes on, and the world will keep moving forward – I can only hope that the UK that we know and love doesn’t get left behind in the dust.  

 

Maltby Street Market
  

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