a scrambled brain

My brain has run out of steam. Everytime a coherent thought about the post referendum politics gathered itself, something significant changed, and my mind couldn’t cope. Dave resigned as Prime Minister, Boris was hoisted by his own petard, then stabbed in the back. Brutus Mr & Mrs Gove announced that they he’d been persuaded to stand, despite being the Man Least Likely. Out of the dusty debris strode Theresa and Andrea, each fancying themselves as a new Mrs Thatcher. There are others, but the story will have changed by the time I finish typing.

And I have no idea what’s going on with the Labour Party, the offical opposition to the government. They have decided to implode simultaneously. In the meantime, Nicola (First Minister of Scotland) has gone to chat to Brussels and Arlene (First Minister of NI) has gone on holiday.

There are no leaders doing any leading. It’s a remarkable situation, politics in total disarray.

This, slightly more comprehensive, humorous listing of events entertained me. The world is so out of kilter that I’m keeping up with BuzzFeed.

During the chaos I’ve been participating in this conference, and that one; I’ve also been wondering about strategic planning, social value proposition, theory of change, funding applications, and all sorts of very grown up stuff far beyond my ken. I’m getting there, but losing track of everything else in the meantime. I have forgotten most things I’d been hoping to do this month.

The little bit of brain power I’ve had left, I’ve spent watching football, or scanning a handy wall chart to see who is playing next at Euros2016. Northern Ireland beat Ukraine, Ireland beat Italy, England beat Wales, but then Wales beat Russia, Slovakia, Northern Ireland and Belgium, and England were beaten by Iceland. Fans from all parts of this island had such fun in France that they’re getting turning up medals. Spurs Fan (for these events, also known as England Fan) provided a public service to hundreds of school children last week, as they all burst out laughing when they saw him the morning after the ignominious defeat. I have really enjoyed the smiting and the tales of ancient warriors as match commentary, from Reykajvik Grapevine.

School has finished. Girl2 has returned from Gaeltacht. We have nothing to do but walk on beaches, spend time with Nana and Grandad, and gently unscramble over the next few weeks. The politics will sort itself out without me.

surprising myself- the morning after

I went to bed about 2.30am, with no hope that Remain would win. I greeted Spurs Fan some hours later with “How bad?”.

I’ve discovered the truth of the phrase “I just can’t even…” as my brain couldn’t begin to compose sentences or half thoughts without simply running out of steam. My language has been colourful.

As I’ve read the tales of those who voted Leave as a protest, never thinking it would happen, or those who didn’t believe their vote would count anyway, or those who didn’t realise that ‘the economy’ affects them, or those who believed the lies (Farage was backtracking before 8am), or those who (a favourite from a friend’s work) wanted the old lightbulbs back, a rather odd thought occurred. Those Leave voters have a big shock ahead- they believed they were doing a good thing, and I felt sorry for them. Many will be horrified as today, tomorrow and the next few years progress, and the realities bite. They don’t see it coming. They are unprepared.


Social media is ‘blaming’ the over 50s, the Labour party, racists, and people who didn’t bother to vote. But blame doesn’t help.

It seems that many people don’t recognise how they fit into politics. It’s an abstract that they have no impact on, or responsibility for- a disempowered population, now reeling. Politicians haven’t served them well, or had their interests at heart. There was no positive Remain campaign about the value of problem solving together, or collaboration or peace building. There was no discussion of the value of European support for infrastructure, communities, or social support. Or of the gap created by austerity measure so often being filled (if at all) by European money- but that would have meant acknowledging that austerity measures were causing problems.

And somehow, the “don’t listen to experts” trope was effective. Why listen to people who’ve worked in the area for years, or researched options? Why employ a plumber when the decent (white, middle aged, English) person next door watched a TV programme once about taps?

The Leave campaign played on anxieties and disconnection, made wild conjectures and told lies.

Dave has resigned, and his successor will be more right wing, more jingoistic, even more concerned with the interests of his (almost definitely a man, one of the white, middle aged, rich English ones) own wealthy clique.

I have no idea where we go from here. I’m angry and anxious, but I’m doing sentences now, so that may be progress.

We need to look after each other. We need to rediscover the kind. Blame won’t work. Balm might.

We might forget them

Jo Cox is not the first MP to be murdered, only the most recent. Her murder was shocking, almost unbelievable. Until I thought back a bit.

jo cox

While my own MP, hunger striker Bobby Sands, was dying I was learning in school about Spencer Perceval, the Prime Minister murdered in Westminster. I saw the plaque marking the spot on my day trip to that there London last year.

I remembered Airey Neave, but I forgot Robert Bradford, Anthony Berry and Ian Gow. Lost in the thousands of deaths from the ‘Troubles’. I forgot them because they were people I didn’t know. I may have thought them old if I thought of them at all. I was young, finding a life, and political murder was commonplace.

I’m not proud of this. Democratically elected people died, working for us all,  and I simply forgot. Did I really not care? Did I consider that I hadn’t killed them, I didn’t support those who did, and so it was nothing to do with me?

Politicians are younger than me now, and are not anonymous men in grey suits. They are people doing the job we asked them to do. It is no surprise that I don’t agree with all of them, but that’s a different thing- that’s part of the process. If I wanted to kill all the people I disagree with, I’d be a psychopath & mass murderer. And I’m not. Yet.

Brendan Cox made a remarkable statement last evening:

She would have wanted two things above all else to happen now. One, that our precious children are bathed in love, and two, that we all unite to fight against the hatred that killed her. Hate doesn’t have a creed, race or religion – it is poisonous.

Jo believed in a better world and she fought for it every day of her life with an energy and a zest for life that would exhaust most people. Jo would have no regrets about her life. She lived every day of it to the full.


I don’t want to forget Jo Cox. We should not forget Jo Cox. Nor should I have forgetten Airey Neave, Robert Bradford, Anthony Berry, or Ian Gow. Sorry, chaps.

Go, bloggy buddies, and live every day to the full.


#Brexit- it might actually happen

I’m struggling with this. I will be voting Remain, but I am anxious that the Leave campaign may win. I am anxious because I really don’t think it’s a good idea.

I haven’t encountered any arguement that makes me pause to consider that maybe leaving the EU might be a good thing.

Unelected leaders?

  • Um, monarchy? A series of figure heads exisiting purely because they happened to be born in a particular family. Third and fourth in line to the throne are small children and have shown no more interest in or aptitude for the job than I have. I couldn’t do, nor want to do, the jobs my great grandparents did. What’s to say either of them will? They may well prefer to grow up to be a middle aged chronically ill benefit scrounger like me. They will be living on state funding after all. Maybe I’d be a good monarch…
  • I’m 50+. Until recently, I never had a chance to vote for a leading party at Westminster. Now my constituency has a Conservative, who’s never going to get my vote, and not only because he looks to be 12.

Decisions made in Brussels affecting me?

  • Yup- no different from decisions made in Westminster affecting me.

Red tape?

  • Try being ill and applying for welfare support.


  • A huge proportion of my family live outside NI. Those in GB may not technically be ‘migrants’, but many arrived there when being Irish was problematic.

no blacks no irish

  • Seriously, England? Empire builders extraordinaire? Emigrants, colonisers and users of the resources of other land masses for centuries? Are you really saying that migration is only ok if you’re the ones doing the migrating?
  • Exactly how are immigrants causing a problem? This bit hasn’t beeen explained to me, so I’m missing some key information. Without that, the Leave leaders might look a bit racist. Please advise. My part of the world has been greatly enhanced by migration- the primary school has expanded, there are plenty of small businesses and our Romanian neighbours turned us all into the bisto kids, with the amazing smells coming from next door. ( Cooking is not a strength of mine.)

The UK can negotiate access to the good bits of EU from the outside?

  • What would the EU gain from that? Why would they want to negotiate with a country that has just stormed off because it didn’t like the EU?

More money for the NHS?

  • I do not believe that shower would give any more money to anything that doesn’t suiit them. They’ve been trashing the NHS and those who need it for some time- they’re not going to get a change of heart now. The EU is not depriving the NHS of appropriate funding, the Conservative party are.

None of the Leave campaign have been able to tell us what their brave new world will look like.  They want us to take a huge risk, with the only probable known being Boris Johnson becoming PM in the summer. It is downright immoral. People are being deliberately scared and they will vote accordingly. For Boris’ vanity project. Conservatives shaft the UK for their own advantage again.

I enjoyed this piece by Anne Enright ( written in better humour than my post!)

Of course as an Irishwoman I also have to be cheerfully insulting and say that I am really sorry that Britain lost her empire with all the money and the power that came with it, I know that must be hard for you all. But as you would say to any grand old lady, in her nostalgia and wounded pride, “Don’t isolate yourself.” It must be so tempting to shut the doors and pull the curtains, keep the money under the mattress until the value fades out of the old notes, and think about the past. Which was great, if a little bit unfair. But the world has changed, since Britain was last alone. Don’t go. You will not thrive, and we want you to thrive. You are still family to us all.

from: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/jun/04/dear-britain-letters-from-europe-referendum