Inevitable: sun in / rain home. As my cycling shoes fill with water I begin to think that I need to diversify my subconscious cycling thinking away from a) the weather and b) Brexit. So I consciously think of c) how rubbish my legs are at turning the wheels and how nice it would be to lock my bike to a lamp post and get the train home. I don’t have a lock. So back to the weather: did I mention it’s raining? Not the good summer rain that washes away the sticky, uncomfortable humidity – but the ‘cold, chills your bones’ type of rain – in June (must be time for Wimbledon).
With each cold wet sideways launching gust I’m closer to giving up. nigel farage didn’t give up. Whatever your politics you have to admit farage has got stamina, determination and bucket loads of cussedness. In most walks of life if you successfully dedicate yourself to a cause for over 17 years you get a medal. Singlehandedly – pretty much, boris and gove jumped on his bandwagon late for their own personal gain – he’s taken the UK out of the Europe Union, incited over 17 million Brits to follow him over the top or off a cliff depending on your view. Not many people alive can say they’ve achieved or even thought momentarily of achieving such a crazily monumental act.
Duly he got his moment in the sun yesterday. I bet he wrote his speech to the EU Parliament years ago and rehearsed it in his head a thousand times but if he was honest with himself he probably never thought he’d actually get to deliver it. How he chastised his MEP colleagues, starting with a triumphant “17 years ago you laughed at me – you’re not laughing now” (I’ve slightly paraphrased here but accuracy has become a casual casualty of late), followed by a stinging “you’re in denial”.
He threatened that the UK wouldn’t be the last member state and that their European project was failing. There may be truth in his words and haven’t we all wanted to throw rocks at an all powerful establishment at some point in our lives?
But farage couldn’t help himself, in his moment in the sun – he got sun stroke. He insulted his colleagues with the ‘none of you have ever done a proper job in your lives’ damnation, thus undermining any credibility his speech may have had. Like a gurning bully he swaggered and swung out, but he wasn’t finished, he still had the effrontery to suggest that everyone be “grown up” and promise to be “friends”. He had done all of this selflessly in the name of “the little people, the ordinary people”.
Hey wait a minute. Since when was ‘little’ good? When did ordinary become good enough? What happened to being extraordinary? This feels like our Star Wars moment. The small and the ordinary have had their sway, led by the Dark Side. Those that aspire to be big, larger than life, extraordinary need to find their opposite of the Dark Side. The trouble is we don’t even know what that’s called let alone what it looks like or who it is.
Newsflash: It’s not boris.