Punting predicaments another fallout from ongoing Brexit blues

We live in turbulent times, as you may have noticed. So dismally turbulent, in fact, that you might think the world was going to the dogs, which it probably would if they hadn't closed all the dog tracks.

The referendum is still weighing heavy on my mind, and its effects are proving far reaching. Leaving aside the consequences for the country (actually, not leaving them aside, I fear the nation has been led up the proverbial creek and nobody remembered to bring the proverbial paddle, but it's the will of the people – very much like cheese strings and Simon Cowell – so we must move on); anyway, it has proved momentous enough to lead me to re-assess our entire economic reality, even to re-evaluate the punting landscape in a way you suspect the likes of Michael Gove have never even considered.

There was a time when I believed the bookies were never wrong. That faith was tested by the last general election, but their wrongness then was only a question of degree, rather than a full-on ricket, so I was prepared to reassure all those who believed we were heading for Brexit, with the secure knowledge that a 1-10 shot wasn't going to be beaten, however narrow the expected margin of victory.