Not everyone can come as dressed as Farage, Rees-Mogg or Britain’s innate xenophobia. Dress up as a tomato that will cost twice as much as it used to, or dress as Jeremy Corbyn and pretend you’re not enjoying yourself.
Sangria is now the devil’s juice box, so throw together a delicious Brexit punch using Fairy Liquid and ‘authentic’ cider brewed in a filthy barn in Somerset that is guarded by geese.
Don’t bother with a play list, just hire Brexit supporter Roger Daltrey to belt out Baba O’Riley over and over again. Roger singing ‘Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals, I get my back into my living’ will prepare you for all that fruit-picking you’ll have to do next September.
Everyone writes down a solution to the Irish Border question on a Rizla paper and sticks it to someone else’s forehead. And then you all kick the shit out of each other.
The clean up
It may just be one night but it will take years to clean up this god-awful mess. The secret is: don’t bother. Just live in a squalid hellhole for the rest of your life.