In your terribly, polite, British way, Prime Minister, you attempted to offer those European 'suits' a reasonable compromise to help facilitate a congenial means of separating. Their response was to keep very 'schtum' and welcome you into their grand get-together in an Austrian palace where, once dinner was over, they then proceeded very publicly to pelt you with bread rolls in order to maximise your wretched, humiliating and very public embarrassment as they pissed all over you and your proposals. It's over, Prime Minister! Finished! As your recently beloved but now very ex-lady friend from Germany might say, you and your silly compromises are kaput!
But in defeat there are often the seeds of eventual victory. Now is your chance. First of all sack that wretched nincompoop, 'Oily' Robbins, and his Civil Service gang of stupid EU loving twerps. Your party conference is imminent, so now is the chance - the last chance! - for you to show some of the metal once displayed by 'Maggie' Thatcher. Wrap yourself in the flag and lead this country out of that stinking, corrupt, anti-British "mess of pottage" that is the European Union. No more 'ifs and buts', no more 'softly, softly', no more 'Mrs. Nicely-Nicely', just lead the country back to independence and freedom.
Do that, and you chances of remaining Prime Minister will instantly improve, and so will the chances of your party at the next election.