It is literally a fact that retail stores and manufacturers are stockpiling goods in the event of a disastrous no deal Brexit. The big supermarkets have commandeered all the warehouse space available and there is now evidence that the Great British Public is about to panic in earnest. For panicking is what we do.
If you doubt my words, I give you the example of what happens there is a cold spell. Stores are quickly emptied of what folk regard as essentials, you know, bread and milk. We don’t think about anyone else either, because Margaret Thatcher told us not to. It will be survival of the fittest when the shit hits the fan.
I am not going to panic as Brexit day looms. If there are shortages, then I’ll go without bread and milk. I might even use it in a positive way in order to speed up some weight loss. I am certainly not going to make a fool of myself in public and risk being filmed outside of Asda, pushing a trolley full of gallons of milk and enough loaves of bread to feed a biblical multitude.
I’m not quite so worried about a shortage of medicines given that the government has promised they will prioritise drugs ahead of food. In my case, this is especially reassuring because although I might starve to death, at least I won’t get depressed about it.
