So, today's the day! The beginning of the world's greatest 'snore-fest' as we Brits raise our hats politely and make for the European exit. Enter from stage left, a whole chorus of singing and dancing European 'polies' and 'pen-pushers' from every obscure region of the continent eager to have their moment centre-stage in the spotlight. Good manners insist that we listen politely to a certain amount of their show-standing but, paraphrasing the words of Evelyn Waugh, only 'up to a point, Monsieur and mein Herr'! Gradually, it will dawn on the GBP (Great British Public) that just like the Eurovision song contest the whole thing is based on BML (Britain Must Lose). Oddly enough, I don't altogether blame them after all, the French under 'General de Grumpy' tried their best to keep us out because he was shrewd enough to see that we would never fit in properly and would only make trouble. It was us, or at least, some of us but not me who kept banging on the door and insisting on entry and now, 45 years later, we're on the way out.
So there will be hurt feelings all round and no doubt a strong desire from many of the Europeans to ensure that we are stripped naked before being pushed out through the exit. So far, so human - and so very, very stupid. But when are 'polies' and 'pen-pushers' ever intelligent? I sense - I cannot know for sure - that Mrs. May is about the best leader we could have in these circs. She is, or appears to be, exceedingly calm and will not allow herself to be provoked too early but I just hope she has a streak of Thatcher in her so that when the European intransigence is at its height, she has the determination to pick up her handbag and make for the door. To quote her own words, "Brexit means Brexit!"