As my pen hovers over the ballot paper, I ask: am I a roundhead or a cavalier?

My pen hovers — but refuses to touch the postal ballot paper. I pour a drink (I won’t say whether claret, schnapps or English ale) and break off to watch Versailles, with its parade of lecherous continental backstabbers. The blood stirs, but still I cannot choose. So I defer the moment of decision, Remain or Leave, until after a short trip to France…

Middle-aged match

Meanwhile, business as usual.

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As my pen hovers over the ballot paper, I ask: am I a roundhead or a cavalier?

Middle-aged match

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