It’s been a while since my last post. Brexit really has put a spanner in the works. Nothing will ever be the same again. That’s true regardless of how it ends.
Before that black day in 2016, this blog had developed not only into a twin blog (one Norwegian, the other English). The Norwegian blog was the nynorsk variant, and I was actually quite proud of it. The twin blogs were both designed in the
But then came Brexit. They’re now realising that it’s more than a political question they straight off not thinking might support Brits in, and my fellow Norwegians are beginning to see the momentousness of what this dreadful Brexit means. I knew on the 24th June, as I made my way back home from holiday in Berlin that nothing would ever be the same again.
Firstly I couldn’t continue blogging in my old school colours when Brexit self evidently had driven a wedge between me and my home community. The views of some of its people – people I had grown up with – disgust me as much as mine apparently irritate them. So at least it is mutual.
The Norwegian blog has therefore been archived under an earlier WordPress theme (since it was only later that I had coupled it together as a “twin” of the English blog, and employed the same design), and the English blog prior to that black day in 2016 likewise archived together with its “school” theme. This post-Brexit version was launched in 2017, and now we are entering the final straight as it were, I shall start it up for one last slog.
That is what it is. I find it incredibly sad, and hard. This isn’t about politics so much as it is about values that I thought my life had been built upon. I find Brexit retrospectively destroys my formative years. I’m convinced my repulsive Brexit voting peer group will (albeit too late) realize that it has destroyed its own childhood and identity.
That is what I shall attempt to write about in these final weeks. I don’t find it easy, either to voice such existential questions, or indeed to define and explain them. Yet now, we are at the moment of truth.
This blog will no longer be available in the UK after 29th March 2019
Whatever your opinion of Brexit, if you are a reader of this blog you will know that I see it as a cataclysmic change. That is true even though I now live in Norway, and indeed have spent half my life here. The catastrophic vote of June 23rd 2016 was a very black day. Through this blog I had cultivated that identity I used to think that I shared with the community I grew up in, through common values taught in my formative years. The very colour scheme of Yorkshire Viking was a living memorial to a bye gone age, and the defunct school uniform of the former (now demolished) Adwick School. Yet, as I have written previously, Brexit marked the permanent break; it was a “before and after” like none I had ever experienced. Brexit has broken up the last bonds that bind.
Of course, I follow developments in the UK every day. Today I read this blog post by John Fitzgerald. With his permission, I am reposting it here. You can find the original at https://johngfitzgerald.blogspot.no/2018/03/brexit-has-ground-to-halt.html
Brexit has ground to a halt!
Amid all the sound and fury of conflicting opinions about Britain’s future relationship with Europe, one startling fact stands out: Brexit is going nowhere. Secretary of State for Exiting the EU Davis has not attended a single meeting in Brussels this year. There are no negotiations going on about the transition period or the future trade relationship because the exit agreement, which must come first, has stalled on the difficult issue of the Irish border. Draft heads of agreement were exchanged between London and Brussels in December 2017 but Sec Davis disowned these terms within 24 hours of the agreement in principle. He subsequently backtracked his backtracking and the issue was generally assumed to have been resolved. In fact it was parked by HMG, in the hope some magical solution would be found and nothing was resolved, as is now obvious.