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of the former Adwick School. However, due to the distance that the author feels has arisen with Brexit between himself and where he came from, this peculiar feature of this blog has sadly been discontinued. You can nonetheless see the school theme when you view content on the Blog Archive.

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The Moment of Truth

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 colours of my former school, as indeed was the logo they shared. I was getting on with the life I had started in my adoptive country of Norway, and that’s how I’d frankly have wished it had stayed.

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The Norwegian blog has therefore been archived under an earlier WordPress theme (since it was only later that I had coupled it together as a “twin” of the English blog, and employed the same design), and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.