Happy Friday! I’ve been busy and sick this week so I haven’t read much and there aren’t many links…

Ireland’s controversial centenaries are exposing the divides deepened by Brexit

The agony of weekend loneliness: ‘I won’t speak to another human until Monday’

Remainers aren’t going to vanish on 31 January. We fight on, sure of our cause. I’m not sure that I will fight on, but I know that what I won’t do is be quiet. I’ve had it with Brexiteers, telling me it’s going to be fine when I can patently see it isn’t or that we need to be more patriotic, it puts me in mind of the G.K. Chesterton quote “My country, right or wrong,” is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “My mother, drunk or sober.” Of course it’s my country but that doesn’t mean I agree with every one of its actions. So here it is, they voted for it, they got a majority and they are going to have to own the results, if it’s not sunlight uplands, those who voted to remain, get to say so. We get to point out that it didn’t work, that we were right and they were wrong and they will need to own that wrongness. But when it comes to it, I bet they won’t remember that this was what they wanted, it’ll be someone else’s fault that it’s all gone wrong.