Our fault

I know that my friends in the EU and me will continue to enjoy continued strong relationships moving forward. Indeed, I’m vowing to make extra effort to develop our friendships all the deeper. I know that we don’t need a political union in order to do this.

I’m not tempted to call out anyone who I know voted to leave either. I am certainly not going to go and request they unfriend me, as I believe that to be a root cause of the problem. I’ve had some quite intelligent discussions with leavers. Of course I profoundly disagree and I’m utterly empty inside at this result.

Telling people to unfriend you is fucking childish: “Either-agree-with-me-or-fuckoff.”

There are people not like you, who like music, art, creativity and are perfectly rational, actual human beings. What is more, if you really do seek to bring folks to your side how are you going to reach them!? Isolationist elitist pricks!

Izzard, Festivals, Industry, The City, Music Industry, Academia be DAMNED. Clearly the “people” don’t give a hoot. In fact they’ve mobilised against this. They’ve mobilised against you. They’ve mobilised against me.

Those people in London looking to make their statement in a referendum for London to stay in EU: YOU ARE VERY MUCH THE PROBLEM!

The sickening thing when I write this is that voters have been convinced by stealth, by sinister players YET FURTHER away from their concerns. I’m hardly the voice of the working man (I feel a good distance further from it right now than ever) and my complacency and that of “London Northerners//Working Class” is shameful.

When watching the results come in last night it was crystal clear that it was poor areas versus rich. I found myself rooting for the big (rich) metropolitan areas. What the fuck!?

It’s my fault, and my fucking bourgeois complacency.