In out, in out, shake it all about

I’m not voting in the European Referendum, I can already hear the cries of ‘what about Mrs Pankhurst’, ‘What would she say’, and ‘women have died so you can vote’. Every time I tell people I’m not going to vote there are gasps, and frowns, and everyone is unhappy with me. The Brexiters tell me my vote will go to David Cameron, and the Remainers tell me I will be responsible for fortress Britain. To be honest I don’t believe any of it. Regardless of the decision, on Friday the people who I care about will see nothing change for them, people will still be summoned to the DWP for fit-to-work assessments, and no new council houses will be built.