LETTER TO AMERICA

Crashing through the rain on a near empty double decker bus in London, I saw a British flag, limping in a desultory wind.

Set high above an over confident mass architectural calculation - the Victoria and Albert museum, it whispered the last ‘hurrah’ of the Empire as I passed. ‘A whimper upon a pompous splendour’, I thought at the time.

With Britain’s rendering of a brutal act of self-harm, the limb of the Kingdom is about to be torn from the body of European brotherhood by a blunt legal act coldly entitled Article 50. Nobody, it seems, in this stagnant democracy, has…