Rain, Rain, Rain. Here in the good old Dis-United Kingdom grey wet weather is part of the landscape, so much so that if we get more than two sunny days in a row people start becoming nostalgic about the rain.
So down on the allotment, with the interminable rain falling all around us, Nosher and I were hunkered down in Nosher's shed drinking his parsnip wine (it's not very alcoholic, but the flavour is excellent).
'I suppose you heard about the parliamentary debate on the Lisbon Treaty during your convalescence?' said Nosher as his opening gambit.
'You mean the complete and utter failure of our elected representatives to safeguard the interests of the people, or even to tell them the truth?' I replied.
'Exactly so' said Nosher, pouring himself another glass. 'We are now destined to have a permenent EU President whose powers will be decided later on by the EU governments, not by democratically consulting the people.'
'Well, it's par for the course' I added 'after all, our politicians have lied to us for 40 years about Europe, and now we're headed for a European super-state without even so much as a referendum.'
'To think I even voted to stay in the Common Market in 1975, because I believed all their lies' Nosher sighed and looked mournfully into his wine glass. 'And now we're just a cul-de-sac on the edge of Europe, staggering under the weight of stupid EU laws we didn't vote for, while being used as a dumping ground for cheap Eastern European labour.'
'And to make matters worse, we are also a colony of the US, ever since the 2003 Extradiction Act made it possible for the US to extradite any UK citizen merely on suspicion, with no reciprocal right for the UK. Which means' I continued 'that you or I could be whisked off in the middle of the night by armed police, flown over the Atlantic and then simply disappear into the US justice system for years without our Government, which is supposed to protect us, ever murmuring a hint of protest. That's hardly the situation of a free and sovereign nation.'
'Aye' said Nosher, imitating Private Fraser from Dad's Army 'We're doomed, doomed!'
We emptied our glasses in silence, the grey clouds heavy with rain matching our mood exactly.
Even more depressingly, the self-deceiving morons who brought all this about are still in power, with friends on both sides of the House, and show no signs of ever developing any insight into their stupidity.
There really is no hope.
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