Now, being, as it happens, a very conscientious person and Member of Parliament – and a Conservative and Unionist Member at that – Timothy Michaelmas-Daisy was rather stung to say the least; he thought about the conversation and realised at once that a casual remark could well reverberate around the Palace of Westminster and even spell the end of a career which, although he was still Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union and clinging by his fingernails and a handy bulldog clip to the impending wreckage of that piece of legislation (which he had strongly opposed when he voted Remain in the 2016 Referendum, something which David Cameron should never have permitted, even if it would have meant the Monday Club scuppering his chances of going into another General Election as Prime Minister) he was still only a beginner, really; and he began to think of the Old Man, whom he had found himself looking forward to meeting on these damp steps, as an Old Sod for his suggestion of racism on Tim's part; how could he deny it without seeming to protest too much, which, no doubt, the Old Sod was take as indicating the bitter truth? and yet he did have to say something, but not along the lines of 'some of my best friends are . . . . . tick the appropriate boxes', for he was sufficiently urbane and sophisticated to know that those were the killers, indicating, as they generally did, that the speaker was probably a member of UKIP or the ERG, BNP, BDL, NA, or even C18 and, it would matter not a whit that Tim definately was not! for it is very difficult to prove a negative, especially sitting on damp river steps with an Old Man for whom he had developed friendly feelings; at which very moment the Old Man gave him a playful punch on the shoulder: "but I know you're not, Tim lad, indeed, I'd go to say that ye're likely among the grandest anti-racists I've ever known – and that's a goodly number – but I just wanted to show how even someone like yersel can get tangled up in these whole Brexit shenanigans, it's split families, turned lifelong friends into rabid enemies and like the old Buddhist saying about how tossing a pebble into a pond changes it forever, the reverberations and ripples of Brexit will likely still be grinding and clanking for the next fifty years!"