If I had to characterise myself in two words they would undoubtedly be bad and loser.
I’m famous for it: locking myself in my room as a teen after any significant defeat for my football team while many of my friends have long refused to play board games with me on account of my Mariah Carey-esque tantrums when suffering yet another evening of humiliation.
My latest taste of defeat came shortly after 5am last Friday, when the reality of the Brexit bombshell shook me out of a restless slumber. Like many Remainers, that moment of realisation that Nigel Farage would be having Champagne on his All-Bran was one of abject horror, mixed with the hope that Twitter was playing a cruel early morning trick on millions of us.
Such is the way these days, I took to social media to vent my spleen, but that wasn’t nearly cathartic enough and the rest of the day dragged on by in a miserable haze.
It was like the worst kind of hangover: a banging headache and nagging nausea combined with a shorter temper than usual but without any of the fun the night before. Try as hard as I might not to be unkind to anyone who did not share my view I failed miserably, immediately snapping back at anyone who disagreed with me. But the fact is there wasn’t a great deal of debate to be had because the silence from the triumphant Brexiters was almost deafening, although I think this was down to many of them not feeling the need to engage in further discourse, given the fact they had won the argument.
This didn’t stop the flurry of online postings from others about last Friday being the day that the much-derided baby boomers committed one final selfish act, with the accusation being that this most privileged of generations wasn’t content with its final salary pensions and free bus passes, it wanted revenge. ‘We’ve got our country back’, we were told more than once last weekend, ‘Back from where?’ came the response. Of course, all this led to the accusation that us Remainers had spat out our dummies and this was sour grapes, but imagine if the boot was on the other foot? Farage had long indicated that Leave would push for a second referendum were they to be defeated by four points, their winning margin.
While most of us will roll up our sleeves and make the best of a bad lot, we will be ready and waiting with the ‘told you sos’ should it go Pete Tong. Bad losers, the lot of us.