There will be no Brexit. Soft, hard, deal, no deal, with bells on, without bells on, the whole enterprise is and always was doomed from the start - doomed to be bungled by incompetent idiots, each suffering from Grayling-mad-cow-disease. At the last minute, parliament will come to its senses, take control and call a second referendum and then it will be 'Remain' by c.a. 7% and we can all go back to worrying about The Millennium Bug and the Kardashians' inflated lips. Britain will continue to drift slowly sideways and down. Don't get me wrong! My wet dream would be a no-deal Brexit, followed by 50-mile tail-backs at Dover, Calais and elsewhere, empty supermarket shelves, riots in the streets, patients dying for want of basic medicines and day-to-day supplies, like catheters and sutures. Perhaps then Britain will wake up and realise that it is a part of the Rest of the World and that it needs to employ politicians who are capable of actually leading and making decisions! Well, I can dream, can't I?