Oh, look, another damning day for Brexit as some or other crucial vote takes place in…

Sorry, I dozed off.

At this stage, we’re all sick and tired of hearing about Brexit. The UK seems determined to shoot itself in the foot, despite all evidence pointing to Brexit being an unmitigated disaster, and each day seems to bring with it some new twist.

Will they? Won’t they? When will it stop?

You can tell France’s minister for European affairs, Nathalie Loiseau, feels the same way. She’s not above a petty dig, either, with the Independent reporting below:

…she has named her cat “Brexit” on account of its indecisive nature…

“He wakes me up every morning meowing to death because he wants to go out, and then when I open the door he stays put, undecided, and then glares at me when I put him out,” Ms Loiseau said.

DISSED.

This below is not the cat, but I hope it looks a little something like this, to mirror the majority of ‘Leave’ voters:

Nathalie should just go door to door chatting with all the cats in the area, make empty and demonstrably false promises about a better life outside, and then watch things unravel.

As things stand, Britain looks set to ask for a delay on the March 29 date that they were set to leave the EU.

Oh, and another spanner in the works yesterday:

Nah, I’ve completely lost interest.

[source:independent]