Twelfth of December: what a glorious day it will be.
Shall we have sunshine ?
Shall we have snow?
Chances are we will see Old England sliding down into the mire, with a golden wig draped over its corpse.
Somehow we have allowed a spoilt brat (where did his money come from? Well his grandfather was thrown out of Turkey for trying to become Prime Minister).
Another foreigner, called Farage, has buttered up the US President, and they are now good friends.
At least we can watch the rugby – we might even win!