So, how do we get to the Promised Land?
It's nearly three weeks since we voted to leave the European Union, and already some of my predictions are unravelling. As it drifts off into the North Atlantic the ship of state is already about to have a new captain, whilst the reserve crew still can't decide whether they want to be a party of protest or a party of government. You have to hand it to the Tories. What chutzpah! Having had to deal with them in local government over the past thirty years or so I have got to admire that instinct for survival and ability to draw their wagons into a circle that is the envy of other parties, who still have the unfortunate habit of continually washing their dirty linen in public. However, what they often say about each other in private is a different matter!
