If I hear “let’s just get on with it” one more time, I swear I’ll, do nothing. Of course, I’ll do nothing except write something. “It” is a very interesting word. It’s huge and yet almost completely empty. We’ll find out what it is when, or several years after it has happened. This is what history feels like, but so much history is going on, I’m not sure it will ever be fully processed, let alone reach school history books. After all, history is written by the victors.

When “it” happens I’m sure everything will be absolutely fine. Something will happen, and that will be it. Something tells me that UK Plc has enough tricks up it’s sleeves to get by. Or, on the other hand some of us may starve to death.

It’s an easy thing to say, but old people should not be able to vote on such things as Brexit. They have money, and are convinced that t was their hard work that got them there. Yes, your council house increasing 1000% in value was all your hard work, well done! It can be hard to keep up at any time, and when you don’t need to there’s no real need to bother. They remember the good old days when you could drink and drive, not wear a seat belt, and there was lead in petrol.

Young people on the other hand have a future of uncertainty ahead of them. Everything is changing so quickly for them, and they need to keep up. Their hamster wheel is spinning faster than ever. They can be tricked to. An old friendly looking man used to bring them presents – after breaking in to their parents’ house, a house only the lucky few will ever be able to buy. Otherwise, they will have to wait and wait for their elderly parents, who benefited from free health care kick the bucket. It’s been said that social media is leading to lower birth rates in the young. Try not having a future and no house.

What the minenials (people born in the 90’s and 00’s) need is another friendly old man with a grey beard. Somehow, friendly old men with grey beards are never bad. This must be down to the image of your God, or Rolf Harris.

The young need something to hang on to, some certainty or comfort we all need. Living in turmoil isn’t good for any of us. We become stressed, over busy, and eventually ill for no reason.

Brexit has divided the country even more than it was before, and highlighted fault lines where we never imagined any were before. And with a bit of luck we can paper over the cracks and continue along in a very British way.

It will be very different in the future, but that’s the nature of the future. Things in the western world improve because they have to. It looks bad on governments if they drop too far down the many tables countries are measured on.

So I really hope things turn out well and “it” is great and the leave people don’t fucking keep going on about it. Otherwise I’ll…………..write something else that no one is going to read.