I'll stay up as long as I can tonight but nothing's ever really going to beat 1997: pissed as a fart from a very good "sod it, let's get pissed whatever happens" dinner in good company. Then suddenly Portillo "had a slight problem on his hands", Martin Bell etc etc, then down to the south bank...
This, in buckets. Referenda are a cop-out: beloved by the politically naïve, they offer politicians a cheap escape hatch whenever there's a really tough decision to be taken - exactly the sort of decision making that we pay them to take for us in the first place. We don't pay them to say "err...
Why doesn't that old chestnut apply to Germany? They manufacture loads, export loads of it around the world and afford themselves a better social state than here.