So it happened. Boris banged a gong and had beef-and-stilton-filled mini yorkshire puds. Nigel was smug but didn’t get his booze and fireworks because of council ordnance bans. A new 50p coin was (re-)issued. A “we’re sorry, we’ll be back” message was beamed on the the white cliffs of Dover.
While the world didn’t end from one day to the next, the “real” fun hasn’t begun yet. We’re in the transition period now. Things kind of stay the same. We still pay EU dues, but have no representation in parliament. Now, the government really needs to get all its long-term agreements sorted out before the timer runs out. Boris is already trying to be bombastic, but he’s soon going to realize that the “position of power” he’s claiming to have exists only in his head and not in the real world. The US is already salivating at the prospect of having access to the NHS (to raise drug prices) and food markets (to dump less regulated products like chlorinated chicken).
