At the chalkface: Welcome to Dom’s world

Do you remember the election?

My goodness. I’m still in shock. Nay, trauma.

My country seems to have done a bunk and left the likes of me behind. I feel an exile in my own land.

How’s the new dawn shaping up under the new dispensation? Now that Britannia has been Unleashed, English Nationalism let loose?

Dominic Cummings is holding sway – and Mr Watermelon Piccaninny Letter Box has stormed it. Dear me, couldn’t we even beat this lot of chancers? Well, no.

And I wasn’t surprised by the catastrophe. I campaigned for the Labour Pain through a gauntlet of abuse, insult, threat, rage and dead-eyed nihilism. Things I thought I believed in, the usual Labour orthodoxies – decency, kindness, sharing, good hospitals, proper schools and a little light socialism, that sort of thing, were much mocked. Quite trashed. The liberal left position seemed in tatters.