So I was lying in bed last night thinking how these past 10 days have gone on forever. Ever since the referendum time has crept by in a state of surreal slow motion. My country of birth is in a state of flux. It’s in an oddly British pickle, worthy of Monty Python. And the political party that I used to work for and which used to be so dear to me is about to implode (let’s hope they figure something out). What with sitting up all night on Brexit night and several personal real life commitments my sleeping patterns have been all over the place. So it’s been a weird time.
Fortunately I’m used to weird being a dwarf. People think dwarfs are weird so in a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy weirdness has been known to chase me down the street in search of my autograph.
A whole country given over to the weird though… that’s another thing entirely.