WHERE was the bonging of Big Ben and pealing of church bells to celebrate the third anniversary of our glorious escape from those evil EU slavemasters?
Was I the only one to lapse into a coma this week and miss the usual suspects banging on about how right they were to set Britain on a golden road to prosperity?
Or did everyone else also hear a stony silence from the Brexit ringleaders, unable to defend Britain’s most catastrophic act of self-harm since Thatcher flogged our public utilities to City spivs.
