Disaster day has arrived. I suppose, following the Sun and the Daily Mail I could use a stupid WW2 nostalgic metaphor and call it “D-day”. But D-day was a triumph and this is a disaster.
But - as I wrote at the time of the last “Royal Wedding”, in this country, it’s ALWAYS 1939.
I am disgusted, fearful, and sadly, once again, ashamed to be British.