In today's other political news, Corbyn has rambled about the benefits of Brexit, because we will be able to build choo-choo trains in Birmingham again, and Dominic Raab was just claiming to the Brexit Select Committee that he wasn't planning to put a hard parting in the Red Sea (while delivering the British people to a land of milk and honey, presumably) when it emerged that he'd been demoted and the Cabinet Office was formally taking over negotiations.
So, we're still fudged.
We are sooooo fudged. But if Brexit does happen I really hope it's a Corbyn Brexit. Not because I'm in love with the guy or his policies or anything (he is not the Messiah). But if it is a Corbyn Brexit then JRM and his Ilk are as likely to get fudged by it as the rest of us are.
And that would at least give me a little sense of satisfaction as I que up for my food rations.