Bearing in mind the March for a "Peoples vote" tommorow it's worth considering what the timescale will be in the unlikely event that success is achieved in moving Parliament to agree
http://blogs.lse.ac.uk/brexit/2018/09/05/how-long-would-it-take-to-hold-a-second-referendum-on-brexit/
"This implies that, were legislation introduced the day parliament returned from the party conference recess, on 9 October, the earliest Thursday on which a referendum could be held would be 28 March – the very day before exit day. Of course, the introduction of legislation so soon is very unlikely, and there is plenty of scope for delays along the way. Hence, to hold a referendum, Article 50 would almost certainly need to be extended and exit day postponed."
No matter how well or not it the protest goes tomorrow, it looks like too little, too late.
Nevertheless best wishes to all who attend, May the Force (pardon will of the people) be with you!
In the immortal words of Les Dawson
"Optimistic?.... optimistic???
I'm as optimistic as a Turkey sitting on a pile of boxes of Paxo
Listening to Christmas Carols!"
However now is the time to dwell on the fact that the Flying Fickle finger of fate could despite the odds save the day.
Before you go to bed tonight spare a thought for the possibility of a Foinavon moment, just when we need one most.
For those unaware of the history, here it is
"Foinavon was an Irish racehorse. He won the Grand National in 1967 at odds of 100/1 after the rest of the field fell, refused or were hampered or brought down in a mêlée at the 23rd fence. The fence was officially named after Foinavon in 1984.
My rather warped perception of the absurdity of our times is the thought that there are astonishing parallels between the circumstances of Foinavon's incredible win, and Brexit and all contenders therein.
And never has there been a greater need for that example of reality falling off it's hinges to happen again.