This island feels much smaller now. In various senses. It feels meaner, less generous, more selfish and vindictive. At least in London we may be spared the worst of the xenophobic -no, wait, already a friend was told to go back to 'wherever she came from'. She's not even European. Those of us that are a little darker, have a funny accent, look different may not feel safe.

I also feel a bit.. disappointed, shall we say, by not being able to take part in a vote that was going to decide the rest of my life -and that of many others, even after nearly 30 years here. Maybe 'disappointed' is too mild a word. I feel like I've been put in my place as a second class citizen and I'm only good for paying taxes and be a good sheep. This is not a good feeling.

Tags: life in these british islands, the essential futility of it all