Ken Roper's 350-word, gloating, ill-informed diatribe (Oct 18), against all those who do not fit into his Colonel Blimpish view of the world, illustrates graphically why there is unlikely to be much of a truce between Remainers and Leavers in the coming months.

He and his friends at the social club like their beer and last Friday night they went on a bender to celebrate their victory at the polls. In the cold light of day there is little enough to celebrate.

Blustering Johnson can enshrine whatever he likes in British law. It won't cut much ice with Brussels next December if negotiations are only half-completed and Bojo faces the choice of putting himself in jail or wrecking the British economy.

Chances are that the more money Johnson pledges to his new friends in the North, the less money he'll have for the NHS, Scotland and Northern Ireland – not to mention Wales, Cornwall and other areas devastated by nine years of Tory cuts.

Already many Northern Irish are complaining that they have been 'shafted' by the new deal he has negotiated. With the Irish Republic no longer representing backwardness and clericalism, growing numbers of Protestants feel that their future is in safer hands with Dublin rather than the forked-tongued, pantomime-Churchill in Downing Street.

Keep drinking and sleeping ye merrie men at the social club. But when ye finally awake, be not surprised if your beloved UK has lost its head and its tail!

Jonathan Saunders

New Cross Road

Oxford