Bored of Brexit is a phrase that came into the vocabulary a few months back during the calm before the storm we are currently enduring prior to what most likely will be the most expensive divorce in history.

No one can afford to be fatigued by it any more and the magnitude of the decision is lost on few of us.

The debate in pubs, restaurants and living rooms offers more heat than light and a recent Guardian video film of irritating left winger Owen Jones interviewing billionaire barfly Tim Martin, he of Wetherspoons fame, was closest to tipping me over the edge of exasperation over the two sides’ mutual contempt for each other and their views.

There was Jones, with his pint of Stella prop, berating Martin for having no coherent argument against specific European Union policies; while hitting him with the stick of paying his staff £8 an hour.

Martin on the other hand got rattled and, rather than debating the issue seriously, and pointing out (as I would have done) that I am sure some Labour and Remain-supporting businesses probably pay their workers little more, he resorted to calling little Owen childish.

What could have been an insightful interview with a man who is a fascinating, populist, mould-breaking businessman; turned into an orgy of name calling and point scoring.

It was indicative of an atmosphere of mutual loathing of the other side; of intolerance of the opposite shade of opinion and a sneering, vicious frame of mind that is difficult to stomach.

Cards on the table, as I am about to become ex-editor of the CP (not going anywhere but handing over the reins to our current chief reporter Emily Pearce), I can say that I am a Remainer and fear the damage to the UK economy and the future of my children.

But more than that, I am of an age where I had a father who fought in the Second World War and have always believed a united Europe is the best way to avoid bloodbaths in the future.

OK, it is far from perfect, and, like any bureaucracy, is wasteful and, at times, patently unfair.

I have always given each side a fair crack of the whip on the letters pages and shown no favour in editorial; but the views locally have been as polarised as they have nationally.

Some of my friends and family want out and I have to respect their thoughts on the matter.

I equally have mates who are so pro Remain I find myself taking the opposite viewpoint — particularly on issues such as “The People’s Vote” and the strange notion that only young people should have a say as it is their future.

Brexit is the gift that keeps on giving for the media. The drama of Parliament; the absurdity of some of the decisions and the tenacity of St Theresa in hanging in there as her limbs are chopped off one by one, make it the news editor’s dream; but please folks let’s just have a little respect for the other end of the spectrum.

If we understand where each other is coming from then we might just find a place where we can all meet up? We would like to be able to talk to each other after this is all over?