So after months of build-up, arguments, promises and bold statements, the big vote has taken place. Yes, Thursday, June 23rd, 2016, a day that will go down in the history of this country. Britain woke on the morning after to discover that 52% of the population had voted to leave the EU. It came around, all bleary-eyed and blinking, stumbled out of bed as if it had been to an almighty party the night before, had a little more than it should have done to drink, and the realisation of what it had done started to dawn. Did we really do that? Shit, what happens now? So Cameron, of whom I am no fan, announces he is to resign. Can't blame him really, though. The UK's EU Commissioner has resigned, well, eventually, there will be no job for him. So who sorts it all out? Nobody has stepped up to the plate. Boris said yesterday there is no rush to invoke Article 50, which kicks off the process of the 2 year withdrawal from the EU. Sorry, but the fact Herr Juncker wishes to start ...