Occasionally, we hear some great stories from inside our closed group. This morning, we got another fantastic one which is too good not to share. So, here it is…

“Slightly drunk Brexiteer on the train home last night, loudly discussing their celebrating Independence meal with his wife, among other general complaints about life, immigration etc.

‘Ah well’ he says ‘only a few more years and we can move to Spain…’
Small woman sitting opposite me, who must have been 90 at least, dressed to the nines, clearly on way home from the theatre, leans over and says to the couple,
‘Excuse me. You won’t be able to move to Spain, that’s in Europe and you’ve voted to leave.

It’s called freedom of movement and you’ve cleverly voted to take us out of the EU. And anyway, the very least you can do, now you’ve voted to take us out of a peace inducing closer cooperation with our neighbours, is have the decency to stick around and live with the consequences. You can’t just fuck up the country and then fuck off’

She got a round of applause…”