Good morning. It's three minutes after ten and, well, we knew it wouldn't be very satisfying,

didn't we, Chardon Freud or whatever you want to call it, the slow realization. I say slow.

It's been a little bit quicker than perhaps I thought it would be, but the slow realization

that Brexit was a terrible mistake continues with one of its chief architects, whether you love him or loathe him, with one of its

chief architects now admitting, in a rare outbreak of the truth, although it is inevitably

caveated with multiple sort of fibs and embellishment, admitting that it is a failure.

I speak of Nigel Farage.

Possibly the first time he's ever been right about anything when he describes Brexit as a failure.

I don't quite know how to handle this topic. I mean, it's quite gratifying, of course,

that he is no longer invited into every studio in the country, including this one,

to have his tummy tickled by people whose job was to make sure that you knew what you needed to know before casting a vote

in that 2016 referendum. But everywhere from the BBC to LBC to ITV to question time, he was

allowed to spout his unbridled gibberish with almost no interruption or challenge. There were, of course,

a few glorious exceptions. You can still see the best on YouTube. Gosh, I've aged. So how did we

handle it on a daylight today? It's a tragedy. It's a national tragedy. It's not a course for

celebration. There's no sort of high-fiving around the room or pointing out how right, well,

we may do a little bit of pointing out how right we were. There's certainly no, I told you so, involved, because that would involve a degree of smugness. You can't be smug about the fact that you've correctly predicted an arson attack on your own house. There's no smugness in watching the smouldering ruins of your own home being described as smoldering ruins by one of the people that set fire to it,

while claiming, of course, that it was going to be somehow transformed into a magical palace full of unicorns and unspecified freedoms.

It's actually enraging to see somebody so blithely admit what everybody paying attention,

who wasn't either blinded by racism,

or so in danger of disappearing up their own fundermen

that they'd lost sight of the sun as known all along.

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