‘If you haven’t got money you vote out’.
We were in Collyhurst the hard-pressed neighbourhood on the northern edge of Manchester city centre last Wednesday and I had yet to find a remain voter.
The woman I was talking to spoke of the lack of a local park or playground and her sense that all the good stuff went to the regenerated wonderland of big city Manchester – 10 minutes down the road.
Only an hour earlier I had been in Manchester at a graduate recruitment fair – where nine out of 10 of our interviewees were supporting remain and some voices spoke about leave voters with a cold superiority.
‘In the end this is the 21st century’ said one twentysomething.
‘Get with it’.
Not for the first time the atmosphere around the referendum had the sulphurous whiff not just of inequality but a kind of misshapen class war.
And now here we are with that terrifying decision to leave.
Most things in the political foreground are finished aren’t they?
Cameron and Osborne.
The Labour party as we know it – now revealed once again as a walking ghost – whose writ no longer reaches its supposed heartlands.
Scotland – which at the time of writing had voted to stay in the EU by 62% to 38% – is already independent in most essential political and cultural terms and will presumably soon be decisively on its way.