Leaving Europe will plunge us back into the 1920s
ONE of the great appeals of the Sealed Knot Of The Churchilliad is that every suburban one of us can be a Winston in their turn. And in the fools’ folly of this Churchillian Autumn Brexit I get my turn to lugubriously intone, “as the Brexit deluge subsides and the waters fall short we see the dreary steeples of Fermanagh and Tyrone emerging once again”.
