By Edward Haigh.
In the immediate aftermath of the Brexit vote passions were running as high in our offices as I presume they were in many others. Fiona and I, sensing that brave and decisive leadership was required, and showing what we considered to be an admirable degree of self-sacrifice in the face of cruel adversity, wasted no time in convening an emergency breakfast for two at Fortnum & Mason’s elegantly re-fitted restaurant, 45 Jermyn St, to hatch a plan.
A brave plate of eggs benedict and several decisive cups of silver-needle jasmine tea later, the only plan we’d come up with was Fiona’s one to single-handedly fix everything by tea time the following Tuesday using nothing more or less than her fervour, intellectual self-confidence, and what you might call an artistic interpretation of the notion of democracy*. That being impractical, we resolved to do some research.
