Forever English: The Democratic Revolt

Forever English: The democratic revolt (2nd Edition) By J.B.W Simpson

Copyright © 2019 by J.B.W Simpson

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First Printing: 2016

ISBN #: 978-0-244-17784-3

Sefton Brothers Publishing

Edited by Hatch Phrase

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Forever English: The Democratic Revolt

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FOURTEEN

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EIGHTEEN

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TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

ONE

FRIDAY 24TH JUNE - It is five in the morning; the sun is rising on a warm Friday over the brick wall surrounding back garden of 10 Downing Street. Following days of heavy rain the sun is finally breaking the cycle with an orange glow to the clouds. The Prime Minister, David Cannon, is sat at a small round wooden table placed in the heart of the garden, he is dressed in his tatty blue jeans with a brown v neck jumper hugging his chubby chest, clearly he is in his casual clothes whilst out of the public eye. In front of him resting on the table is an iPad, the European Union referendum results are on the screen with the words 'out' written in a bold red rotating on the news coverage ticker tape, out is being etched into the Prime Ministers mind with his anger and disbelief clear across his face.

A man dressed in a dark blue suit with a bright red tie walks out the backdoor of 10 Downing Street. He stands on the raised patio area of the garden looking down onto the grass where the Prime Minister sits with on hand on his head looking at the iPad as a broken man. The man looking down the garden is an adviser to the prime minister, he takes a deep breath in before slowly walking through the garden and stopping next to the Prime Minister, David Cannon peers out the corner of his eye at the legs standing next to him.

‘Prime Minister, I think we need to start writing your speech,’ the adviser softly tells Mister Cannon.

The Prime Minister shakes his head side to side slowly letting out a frustrated puff of air from his lungs whilst shaking his head side to side.

‘This isn't a situation we had really prepared for, is it?’ The Prime Minister says clearly sad that it has come to this and he has misjudged the countries feelings. He fiddles with his iPad tapping on the screen

‘No we didn't David. We didn't expect this result at all.’ A look of intrigue comes across the adviser’s face as he asks, ‘What are your thoughts sir?’

Cannon looks down at his iPad displaying an array of figures as he begins, ‘well the whole country is already in economical downfall. The Scottish and Irish voted to stay, as did the majority of the Welsh, but it’s the English voted out, so the whole of the United Kingdom is now out of the EU. I can't see any option but to step down as Prime Minister; it's clear I no longer represent the nation. I was so sure the public would have voted to remain, that’s why I put so much into back it. The people have spoken and I believe it’s time to give them what they want.’

The adviser looks shocked at David Cannon’s announcement to him, with sadness feeling both their eyes.

‘Sir, are you sure this is the right thing to do?’ Questions the advisor.

The Prime Minister contemplates a responds by looking up to the sky as a small flock of birds crosses his vision he replies ‘no, but I believe it's time. I feel now would be a good time to allow each nation to make a decision on their country. I think we should give each country the option to vote whether they want to remain as a United Kingdom with a central government, our government, or if they want to create their own governments and run their nations as individuals.’

A moment’s silence is shared between the two men, as the Prime Minister finishes his angry rant, the adviser feels it right to continue.

‘Sir we've already heard reports that the Scottish and Irish leaders are furious with the outcome of result. Both countries have already called upon you as the Prime Minister to allow them to call for a referendum. Northern Ireland have called for a vote to create a single Ireland with North and south combined and run by its own people. The Scottish want to break away to form their own nation, well they haven’t stopped calling for it since the last vote because of how tight the result was and the way they've voted in this EU referendum, they feel this government doesn’t reflect the Scottish people. I think this is going to end very badly for all the nations, Sir.’

The Prime Minister can only nod his head in agreement, he looks down at the wedding ring on his left hand, which he has begins to fiddle with as a comforting manner, it reminds him of his family and what the result means to them

‘Let’s write this speech. I want somebody to look into the legal side of devolution of the UK, is it even possible and can it be stopped? But let’s keep that very quiet’ Cannon says as he picks up his iPad which tucks under his arm, he stands up from the table and looks around the garden before walking towards the house. The advisor tucks the Prime Ministers chair under garden table before quickly following David Cannon up the garden and in to 10 Downing Street where both men spend the next few hours writing the speech.

Friday 24th June, 9am – The Street outside 10 Downing Street has slowly been filling with journalist, photographers, news video cameras and reporters throughout the early hours of the day. There is a hum of noise as everybody talks about the results of the European Union referendum, their mood feels sombre as they speculate what the Prime Minister maybe about to announce to them. Technical crew members are running up and down the cobbled street with different cables they are connecting into microphones, PA systems and providing audio to the different news channels. One crewmember dressed in all black carries out a dark wooden lectern with a large royal family coat of arms embossed on the front. The lectern is placed directly in line with the Prime Ministers front door but in the middle of the road at an equal distance from the press and the house behind, the last of the cables is connected and the street falls into an anticipating silence. The shiny black front door of number 10 opens and the Prime Minister walks through the front door and out onto the street followed by his wife. He holds his speech in one hand and places the A4 piece of paper onto his lectern as he arrives at it. The Prime Minister looks around the street at the masses of waiting press, he looks to his right where his wife waits slightly behind him in support, and she is dressed in an all-white dress looking on lovingly.

The Prime Minister looks forwards at the shinning glass of different camera lens waiting for him to speak. Camera’s flash with a clinking sound as the world’s press takes pictures of the unsettled looking Prime Minister.  A huge smile crosses David Cannons face as his public persona comes bubbling to the surface

‘Good morning everyone. The country has just taken part in a giant democratic exercise, perhaps the biggest in its history. Over 33 million people from England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland have all had their say. We should be proud of the fact that, in these islands, we, trusts, the people for these big decisions. We not only have a parliamentary democracy, but on questions about the arrangements for how we're governed there are times when it is right to ask the people themselves and that is what we have done. The British people have voted to leave the European Union and their will must be respected.’ The Prime Minister looks at the cameras and then down at his speech. He looks although he doesn’t even believe what he is saying.

He looks again up to the camera’s and continues ‘I want to thank everyone who took part in the campaign on my side of the argument, including all those who put aside party differences to speak in what they believe was the national interest, and let me congratulate all those who took part in the Leave campaign for the spirited and passionate case that they made.’

David Cannon stops for a moment it almost pained him to congratulate the winners; he sips on a glass of water before clearing his throat.

He wipes a small bead of sweat from his forehead, and then continues ‘This will need to involve the full engagement of the governments of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland to ensure that the interests of all parts of our United Kingdom are protected and advanced. Above all this will require strong, determined and committed leadership. I'm very proud and very honoured to have been Prime Minister of this country. The will of the British people is an instruction that must be delivered. I will do everything I can as Prime Minister to steady the ship over the coming weeks and months but I do not think it would be right for me to try to be the captain that steers our country to its next destination. This is not a decision I've taken lightly but I do believe it's in the national interest to have a period of stability and then the new leadership required. I plead with the nation to choose wisely as you elect your next Prime Minister, choosing the right person to move the country forward and arrange deals with the rest of the world. I will this week begin talks with the Scottish, Welsh and Northern Irish governments to ensure we can together move forward as a single nation to get the best for our citizens. As my four years in office are soon to expire I feel now is as good a time as any, today I will call a general election to allow the best for the people of the United Kingdom.’ Finishing his statement, David Cannon taps both his hands on the lecture and smiles before turning his back to the camera’s, he holds out his right hand which is held comfortingly by his wife and they head back inside 10 Downing Street.

Everybody stands startled that the Prime Minister has just resigned hours after the referendum, the country in a completely different situation and in a huge amount of uncertainty. Journalist scribe into their notepads creating the front pages of tomorrows papers, news reporters a presenting live piece to camera back to the countries newsrooms and people homes as they speculate what this may mean for the country and the effects it could have on everybody at home.

A few moments later inside a luxurious white walled office inside Downing Street, David Cannon stands looking at a 50-inch flat screen wall mounted television-replaying snippets of his speech given moments ago. Behind him is a large oak desk with a pc monitor set in the middle with paperwork sprawled over the desk. He slowly moves across the room, he pulls out a high backed green leather office chair and sits behind his desk and places his head in his hands as he watches the TV displaying the strength of the pound against the Euro and Dollar as it quickly dropping on a graph, the big fake smile he had on his face outside drops just as quickly as the strength of the pound. He looks around his office walls which are littered with portraits’ of ex-prime ministers each of them look as though they’re glaring down at him passing judgement on his leadership and the decision he has made.

Elsewhere in a North Kent local working man’s club sits Eric Brandon is the leader of a small political party the British Independence Party, known as the BIP. He is sitting in a tiny privet room of his local workingman’s club. Eric sits back in his red woollen covered spongy chair with a smile on his face. Eric Brandon is dressed in a dark grey tweed jacket with a white shirt, green tie and a pair of green corduroy trousers. A large TV projector displays the consent rolling news coverage as Nigel Draper (Eric Brandon’s personal assistant, advisor and right hand man) enters the room wearing a brown suit with a green, burgundy and black diagonal stripped tie he places a silver bucket with ice and a bottle of chilled champagne in it onto a knee high table in front of Eric Brandon, he then places two glasses down with a clink either side of the ice bucket. Brandon looks at the bottle in front of him

‘I, hate, champagne,’ Brandon says with disgust on his face.

‘Oh right’ Nigel says nervously trying to impress his boss.

‘I’d rather celebrate with a beautiful bottle of English beer,’ Eric tells Nigel.

‘I was thinking we could take a picture of you celebrating this unbelievable win with this bottle of champagne,’ Draper says, looking excited standing in front of Eric.

Eric shakes his head no. Slowly with an unimpressed face he knows he has a lot to teach his right hand man: ‘think about the image you’re trying to put out there. Always think about it Nigel. What would our voters want to see? The image of the B.I.P is that every man. People should see our party as relatable unlike the rest of the political parties out there. This doesn’t mean everything they see is necessarily the truth, but I think us sitting here drinking an expensive bottle of French champagne to celebrate winning the vote out of Europe isn’t going to connect with our target market or core voters, is it?’

‘No… what should I get instead then? What would be better for your image Eric?’ Nigel asks, shaking his head and feeling very embarrassed with himself.

‘Get a load of bottles of Golden British beer, it’s a good ale made up in the midlands,’ Eric tells Nigel.

Nigel nods his head yes before he quickly vanishes out of the small room; he looks like an eager puppy trying to please his owner.

Eric smiles and shakes his head ‘good boy.’

Eric takes a pocket-sized notepad