Field Work Post-Brexit

A warning of the consequences of Brexit.

At Flying Twigs we are firmly in the ‘No Brexit’ camp – and not only because of the economic consequences although they look dire enough.

It’s because pulling up the drawbridge will cut us off culturally from Europe – and we need Europe. Europe needs us but we definitely need Europe.

Our ‘No Brexit’ anti-Brexit greeting cards are our humorous take on a serious subject.

We need to be part of Europe because we need to be able to immerse ourselves in the sights and sounds and conversations of Europe.

It’s not enough to be geographically near continental Europe. We need to be able to feel comfortable in Europe – everything from chatting about food, comparing how we dress, the things we and they think are important… These observations and interactions change us for the better when we have open minds.

What we don’t need are any barriers, and certainly no extra barriers – whether it is lines of people stacking up in the passport queues, or anything else – that signal that we are over the border and into ‘foreigner’ territory. We need to feel that Europe is ours and we are part of Europe.

So, we have nailed our colours to the mast with a series of ‘No Brexit’ greeting cards. They are a spoof, a satire that are intended to poke fun at Brexit.

There are 21 cards along two themes. One is a pastiche that imitates the style of wartime public information posters – the kind that exhorted the population to do its bit, conserve energy, keep transport free for essential workers, make do with less in difficult ‘post Brexit’ times. Of course, we hope those times never come to pass and that Brexit is avoided.

The other theme for these ‘No Brexit’ greeting cards is a pastiche of film, theatre, and gig posters – telling the dire consequences of Brexit, or the thrilling tales of suspense about how we conquered Brexit and stayed in the EU.

The Future, Is There One? Well of course there is a future, but the prospects for a rosy future outside the EU are getting clearer by the day – and they are getting less and less likely. From fruit rotting in the fields to no nurses and doctors in our hospitals – it makes one wonder why everyone isn’t crying the message from the rooftops of ‘Danger! Brexit Cliff Ahead’.

We hear that there are umpteen MPs who are sitting on the fence, waiting for a clear enough sign that they can stand up united and oppose this farce of a Brexit exit.

What will it take to make them rise up? Maybe these cards and a thousand other messages will nudge them past the tipping point.

In that hope, and because Brexit really is a farce that needs to be treated accordingly, these cards will wing their way hither and thither and change some minds and give someone a laugh.

He, She, Him, His, Her, Her

Is it her? No, that is wrong. It should be Is it she?  The meaning is clear if we reverse it and say Her it is, which is plainly wrong, whereas She it is, is plainly correct.

Or to put it another way, Is it her? begs the question of ‘Her’ what? Her dog, for example?

None of this is my natural language. I make the mistake all the time. Tamara is a much better speaker of English and she gets it right all the time.

So we were talking about this mix-up, and how people speak. Suddenly, in a blinding flash of insight, I noticed something about the English language.

We, wrongly, say Is it him?, whereas the correct language is, Is it he?

And that is when it struck me that we say her and her dog.

But we say him and his dog.

Females only get her.

Males get him and his.

Why is that?

Apropos Nothing

Leaves on the ground in Cambridge, yesterday, so beautiful in their place in the universe.

They grew on trees
They fell from trees
If the worms didn’t eat them
They’d be up to my knees