A one way trip

I was surprised on my trip to the newsagent this morning to see that none of the usual tawdry red-top suspects had the headline TRAITOR! on their frontpages, over the story of ‘Sir’ James Dyson ‘O.M.’s moving his HQ to Singapore. I had a look at two of the Brexit supporting papers’ websites, and the word didn’t crop up there either – more a sense of faint embarrassment that the billionaire apparently couldn’t give a fuck, to coin a phrase.

Personally, I don’t feel any sense of loss. As the owner of a still exceedingly well performing hoover, which I’ve had for well over half my adult life I never saw any miraculous benefit in shelling out a small fortune for a Dyson. Indeed, I am convinced that the Dyson variety of sucker was more a result of miraculous marketing than technology. For me, anything with ‘Dyson’ written on it was a definite ‘mustn’t have.’ All the more so now. Good riddance. Hand your gongs in on your way out.

But Dyson isn’t the only one with an escape route is he? What about that business Rees-Mogg has a hand in, moving abroad? What about Lord Lawson living in France? Or Nigel Farage who ensures his children have German passports, takes 100,000 Euros in salary from the E.U. each year but only attended 3 out of 751 meetings (see Irish Times here)? Whatever happens with Brexit, the leaders of the leave campaign will still do very nicely, wherever they end up, if not the U.K.