I’m staying in Europe, you can leave if you want to

Last night the thunder rolled and the lightning flashed. The heavens opened and rain washed the litter from the pavements.

It was almost like portents of doom resounded across the night sky in Merton last night. And I sat staring out the window as mother nature had her say.

This morning as the first sparrows yawned, stretched and farted, I headed down to the community centre and voted to stay in Europe.

Did I do the right thing? I have no clue. Time will tell if all this is for the greater good or a monumental mistake.

What it has done, has given us all a target to point the finger at, if it goes wrong. If we stay and England is swallowed up, the government can say, ‘well, you voted for this’. Same goes for an overwhelming exit vote. ‘It’s your fault.’

I hope that’s not the case. Whatever happens I hope that our country can stop playing one side off against the other.

I used to think it ridiculous whenever I watched Prime Minister’s question time in the House of Commons. Grown men behaving like children.

This campaign has seen that attitude spill out onto the street. Intelligent adults, name-calling and threatening violence because we don’t think the same.

What’s next? Do we all start blowing each other up with pipe bombs because someone didn’t agree with our vote in the referendum?

When Mahatma Gandhi was asked by a journalist what he thought of Western civilisation he replied, ‘I think it would be a good idea’.