Campaign Diary
1 December 2019

Pulling out Christmas decorations from the loft – from the days when such things seemed important. When we thought we lived in a democracy.



A comment from ‘JEP’:-

What a depressing mess the political world is in. From Corbyn and his loyalties to weird setups and protest marches, to MPs and MEPs jumping parties with no regard for those who voted them in. It is going to take a long time to clean this up.

As for poor France... very little has been made of the protests there in our MSM, but there are a lot of problems. The EU hasn't been a good institution for them either.

Let's hope some decent MPs are elected who have a thought for the country and voters. Boris Johnson, if he gets in, is going to need them.




My friend Sandra is a big supporter of the EU and had hoped that the campaign to negate the result of the referendum to Leave would swiftly be successful. She greatly admired John Bercow, who was until recently the Speaker of the House of Commons (and to whom Theresa May gave even more power). Sandra wrote today as follows:-


.... let alone an utterly cursed election, ANOTHER ONE, everyone fed up to the back teeth with it all, with party leaders, with party fiddling and scheming and dirty tricks, lies, deceit, and even lawbreaking, unending for years now, worse by far than I've ever seen before in my lifetime, it's appallingly bad, and not England as we all knew it not so long ago. Wish we could go back to 2014 or so, throw out ***all*** the main political parties for good, and start again in some kind of sanity....

Her words are a vivid illustration of the misery we live in now, a misery shared by both Leavers and Remainers, and the only benefit (and it’s a cold comfort) is to produce a degree of mutual understanding between the two sides.


Sandra would not use the term “drain the swamp” as the term came from Donald Trump, but that’s what we had hoped this election might achieve; instead what little of decency and honour that remained among the political class continues to crumble. It’s like watching the tide coming in with successive wavelets washing down a sandcastle until nothing is left apart from a smooth space where the sandcastle used to be.




What the last few years has revealed to a great many of us is the extent to which England had already changed behind the scenes and we hadn't noticed it.

I would go back to some different dates and would not have entered the ‘Common Market’ in the first place (1973) as Britain already had excellent trading networks around the world and long-standing trade partners who were summarily dumped (especially Canada for wheat and New Zealand for dairy products and lamb).

I would not have had John Major force the ‘Maastricht Treaty on European Union’ through Parliament in 1992.

I would prefer nobody had ever heard the name of Tony Blair.


But we are where we are. What best to do now? That’s the question to keep asking of ourselves.