Passport Blues (Or – my heart bleeds for slightly less than half of Cornwall)

As we approach the December 31st run up to shit creek and our inevitable tumble into it, this is going to be my last and definitive comment on the mess that is Brexit; I’ve ranted about it on Twitter over the last four years, and it hasn’t helped – I’ve just ended up more enraged with every tweet. It is time to put it to bed. I can’t say I’ve made my peace with Brexit, because that would be akin to making peace with someone who broke into your house, stole your car keys and your favourite coat...