Day 88. Where are we going? Where have we been? (29/3/19)

Another of those days.

The new MacBook still isn't set up. Not even looked at it. Sat here all morning, writing a timeline that needed writing out. You'll find out eventually. Then two Anfield Wraps. One that's currently on the radio (as I write, not as you read, for you it's already finished, you can probably catch up if you want to know what I think about our chances against Spurs on Sunday) the other that goes out next week and is really, really good.

So I've been away from social media and have no idea what's going on. Which is actually quite nice.

I know Theresa May failed to get her deal through Parliament again. That's the one that couldn't go through for a third time going through for a third time and failing for a third time. 'Pass this and I'll resign' she said. She hasn't even got a mandate to leave her job. Truly the most useless Prime Minister in history. Dangerous by virtue of her stupidity and stubbornness.

I know UKIP have been wandering round Westminster protesting that they didn't get the Brexit they wanted. The poor little racists with their hurt feelings and their bizarre sense of entitlement.

I know the march ended. The march to end all marches, the most epic protest in the history of politics. The one that started with 68 people, swelled to about 100 and then fizzled out again. With no sign of Farage anywhere from what I've seen. The Lidl Lord Haw-Haw deserting something he started once again. Just as he did when he left as UKIP leader immediately after screwing the country up. And then came back. And then left. And then...

And now he's started up a new party. The Brexit party, I think. Hold on, I'll check...

Yeah, Brexit party apparently. Let's see him not get elected to Parliament with that one as well.

He did turn up in Parliament Square to greet the march though. Said he'd have liked to done more but he 'was busy'. Eating in posh restaurants in the warm apparently. Commented that he'd joined on a couple of occasions and 'set a brisk pace'. Probably with a pint and a fag in his hand. Sure he's a remarkably healthy bloke. Honest.

He was due to speak to the rally today alongside the utterly odious Julia Hartley-Brewer (look, if your only ambition is to be the Waitrose Katie Hopkins then you're not adding anything to the sum total of joy or intelligence in the world, just go somewhere very, very far away from decent people) and the idiot tramp who owns Wetherspoons and has yet to fully recognise the fact that if you're a millionaire racist clown then people will stop drinking in your establishments. There aren't many people I wish penury on, but that oaf? Yeah, I'd happily see him living on the streets.

'The artist formerly known as Stephen Yaxley-Lennon' spoke though. While a marching band added sectarianism to the long line of hate thought the 'kippers subscribe to.

It's like there was a contest to see how much bigotry could be added into one small space.

I know all this without having really been in touch all day.

The one major thing I don't know is this:

What any of it means.

I have no idea where we are now. No idea where we're going.

Just like Nigel's marching minions.

(Soundtrack: The Zoot Sims/Al Cohn Septet playing the songs of Hoagy Carmichael. Because an album recorded at the height of the McCarthy witch trials seems to fit the political mood of this country quite nicely.)

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