On Food Shopping for Brexit

Today I am going shopping for emergency supplies.

The last time I did this I was 14, living in Townsville and we were expecting a Category 5 (out of 5) cyclone to go right over the top of us.

I'm a middle-aged, middle-class man, married to a middle-aged, middle-class woman,  living in one of the most cultured cities in the world, both with good jobs and our country and our government have so fucked up our foreign policy that I am genuinely concerned that there might be an interuption in our food supplies resulting in social disorder.

I didn't vote for the cyclone and I didn't vote for this shower of shambolic ineptitudes and their policy but I refuse to give them the same moral credence. A cyclone is an act of nature, Brexit is an act of the Tory Party.