I HAVE become quite accustomed to loss over the last 18 months.

And as Britain was plunged into the biggest crisis since World War Two after voting to leave the EU, the country is in a chaos likely to continue for a very long time indeed.

Once again I am being forced to reach down deep into my toolbox for the goods that will keep me sane while the world goes mad.

These goods are in fact the five stages of grief outlined by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross or in this case, Brexit grief.

Denial - "Oh my God, I can't believe it." "The votes cannot be right." "We need a recount." "Aaaaagh."

Anger - "They are taking our future away." "Let's stage a campaign." "Who made a protest vote? Idiots." "People were misinformed."

Bargaining - "The referendum isn't legally binding." "The results won't mean Brexit will happen." "The Government won't let it happen."

Depression - "Croissants will cost £20 each." "Sob." "Will I ever be able to go to Albarracín without people throwing olives at me?" "Sob."

Acceptance - "We are still breathing." "Oh well, I have to walk the dog." "Cup of tea?"

While watching the news is akin to watching a horror film, politically these are exciting times.

And think of all the new material clever comedians, writers and columnists now have at their fingertips.

Satirical Britain.

Every cloud.