My prophesy for the campaign (see previous post) indeed came true. As soon as one of the "big hitters" for either side opened their gob, I wanted to vote for the other lot. About a week before the big day I found a few of my old policy police cards in a jacket pocket. I thought, "what would the Policy Police do?" And the cards told me....
1. Your friend wasn't so lucky.
2. And if it all comes crashing down?
3. You know what to do.
4. Didn't know you had it in you.
At the time I took the card to mean that I had to hold my nose and choose one of the options on the ballot paper. Up until then I had kept alive the 3rd option of drawing a huge cock and balls on the paper. But that wouldn't have been brave. Just silly.
So that's what I did. Voted leave. You can say it's cuz I'm old, or stupid, or a