No Answer

Retreated into the SAC at work earlier today to seek out my fellow Brit (and co-Cheekie Chappy (or should that be Cheeky Chappie?)) Peter to ask him how it could be that I'd just listened to a highly intelligent, insightful, well-informed and temperate, though entirely spontaneous, discussion of the nightmare known as Brexit with a group of 17- and 18-year-olds from this Far Place, yet was unable to recall any discussion of like quality involving any group of the politicos from our own Far Shores over the past few months. Alas, we had no answer.