How it feels to be the only Brexiteers in the village

We are the only Brexiteers in the village. That, at least, is how it feels.

Out they come, the far left bullies, on to the streets of Westminster waving their placards and calling for the referendum result to be cancelled. And that is bad enough.

But inside the suburban Surrey homes of Middle England the enlightened liberals send out even more hostile vibes.

Admit you’re Brexit and you’ll never eat my vegan lasagne again, is the message they transmit. Personally, I’m delighted to be persona non grata at the homes of my more vegan acquaintances, even the dirty ones who eat meat secretly at weekends.

Why one should feel bullied in polite company is an anomaly in itself. Why anyone who calls themselves enlightened should make Brexit voters so scared of reprisals that they keep their mouths shut at dinner parties is an indication of what we are dealing with here.

It’s all getting perfectly ridiculous.