I've bought an EU flag especially for the occasion, needless to say it won't be going home with me.
Rod Liddle, as pro-Brexit as they come has this to day about your little party in today’s Sunday Times
“That the celebrations are primarily about schadenfreude is beyond doubt, otherwise they would have been held in Grimsby or Stoke or Hartlepool. I am taking my cue from a chap on social media planning to attend this jamboree of delighted vindictiveness: “Let the nose-rubbing begin!” The purpose is to gather and laugh at the people who lost, a finger raised at the Great Wen and its defeated inhabitants: Gina Miller, Baroness Hale with your stupid brooch, John Bercow, Tony Blair, Kenneth Clarke, the BBC — your boys took a hell of a beating, and so on.
Perhaps in my old age I am losing the ability to take joy from one of the simple things in life — untrammelled spite — but I do not fancy this shindig very much. Truth be told, I am bored by the weekly convocations of jabbering narcissists jumping up and down every day in Parliament Square and beyond, impinging themselves on the rest of us, even if I approve of the right to protest. Worse, it seems to me that the leavers are cloaking themselves in the attire of the very worst of the remainiacs, a kind of superior smugness with just a soupçon of hatred”.