Midsummer Madness (or what happens after the pandemic) - Katherine Roberts
So it didn't happen, then? I hate being right (see last month's poem ). The curse of the speculative fiction writer is that we can usually see ahead of the curve. Mine tends to whizz me about 10 years into the future, which is pretty useless for planning purposes since 10 years is plenty long enough to forget what I once thought I knew. But for a bit of fun this midsummer (when we all thought life could finally restart but it can't yet), here are my predictions for the long awaited post-pandemic years: There will be a revolution in England. It will fail. Wales will have to wait two weeks for their revolution, and do it better than us. Scotland will declare independence and apply to rejoin the EU. The EU will say 'non'. The Scots will remember William Wallace and decide they are better off alone, anyway. When we are finally allowed to vote again, the current government will not be re-elected. The opposition will not be elected, either (since they do not seem to be...