Thread by @tompeck

Here at the “Brexit celebration” they are warming up the crowd with an old Michael Cockerell documentary.

Responding to some general Black Wednesday exposition, someone has just shouted “Fuck off John Major you cunt.”

And now, regarding Blair: “You should be hanging by a noose you fucking cunt.”

I’m inclined to doubt that was their view in 2003. Wonder what they’ll all think of Nigel Farage in the years to come.

I’m not sure what time the person right at the front, right in the middle got here, to bag the premium spot, but I can confirm, in this, their moment of great triumph, the banner they’ve gone with says “LOCK UP THE TRAITORS.”

They are trying to sing Land of Hope and Glory but the on stage singers are so bad that, I do not jest, the crowd is refusing to join in in protest.

I mean I knew it would be shit but this is genre defining.

Richard Tice is up there now, saying something about Sunderland, but all that can be heard is the whole crowd chanting “turn it up, turn it up.”

Ann Widdecombe, blithering on about “waking up in a free country.” I’m standing quite near a nine foot bronze Nelson Mandela and I think I just heard him let out a weary sigh.

(Gandhi, for what it’s worth, is absolutely pissing himself)

“We have a glorious future ahead of us!” says the 72 year old Ann Widdecombe, with regard to the future that the nation’s young emphatically do not want.

And now, I must sadly report, it is Mr Wetherspoons turn.

“We love you Wetherspoons!” shouts the “John Major is a fucking cunt” guy.

“This was not a vote against the people of Europe, they are our friends,” says Tim Martin.

Tim Martin also banned all European drinks from all Wetherspoons pubs. So there’s that.

“We will be magnanimous in victory!” shouts Wetherspoons Guy.

“YEAH! RULE BRITANNIA!” shouts fuck off John Major guy.

Sadly we must conclude the meaning of the word magnanimous is not known.

On the one hand, we must start the healing as a nation. On the other, a writer is meant to have the courage to tell the truth.

And so here is my sketch from last night’s static knuckle-dragging carnival of the irredeemably stupid in Parliament Square.

independent.co.uk/voices/brexit-…

Addendum: I now find the bit in my notes, in which two men blamed “the fucking leavers” for “sabotaging” the sound system.

The sabotage alone is glorious enough. But coupled with, at this very late hour, not knowing the difference between leave and remain, is quite something.