‘So, Charlie,’ I said to my imaginary friend. ‘We can’t avoid it. We have to talk about Brexit.’
Charlie made a face and started fiddling with the soft silk scarf he wore around his neck. ‘Can’t you just write about something else? A fascinating and illuminating topic that involves migration, cultural exchange, and some outstanding art? You know. Me.’
‘I can’t, Charlie,’ I said. ‘I can’t write about anything else until I get this out of my system.
Charlie shrugged. ‘You know I don’t care very much. I’ve been here too long. Seen too many things.’