THIS week’s column is (largely) last week’s Mark 2. I wrote: “Following the Brexit vote, the united authority of Parliament ... should have been devoted to delivering Brexit to the British people swiftly and on the best possible terms. Instead we are being subjected to the biggest act of betrayal since we wrenched the vote from our political masters.”

Last weekend, the lead letter in The Sunday Telegraph concluded: “Everyone in government or other position of influence should be working to enact what the nation decided, and to achieve the best possible deal for Britain. The House of Lords, Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour party and the Tory rebels are showing a contempt for the democratic process and for the majority of British people that is absolute and flagrant. They are a disgrace.” I resist the temptation to invoke the phrase “great minds….”

But I’m pleased to seize the opportunity presented by this fluky echo of my words to reinforce the message that “Brexit Means Brexit” now shows every sign of becoming the Great Brexit Betrayal. Suspicions are even arising that the endless concessions to the EU are not defeats but deliberate strategy to keep us tied to the EU even after we formally leave. After all Mrs May voted Remain, and she might well secretly remain a Remainer. The majority of her Cabinet is openly pro-EU. Is there any wonder our Brexit campaign has lacked the passion of true commitment? We now risk ending up independent only in name – a complete humiliation.

ANOTHER seven-day flashback. Hard on the heels of its triumph with the Tour de Yorkshire, Welcome to Yorkshire, the county’s tourism promoter, has scored an arguably bigger success. Awarded gold at the Chelsea Flower Show, its Dales-inspired cottage garden was the undoubted hit of the event. The publicity generated certainly underlines the absence I highlighted last week of a counterpart to Welcome to Yorkshire in the North-East. The role of the former Northumbria Tourist Board was absorbed into a multi-function agency titled One North-East. Whatever happened to that it certainly didn’t do much for North-East tourism, whose operators must gaze with envy across the Tees.

LAST week’s column sidestepped the Royal wedding. But here’s a follow-up anyway. Bride and groom excepted, the acknowledged star of the show was Bishop Michael Curry, the extravagant US preacher. He attributed the over-run of his sermon to “moments of pause.”

I’m sure Bishop Curry will be delighted to know this links him with what is often voted P.G. Wodehouse’s best short story – The Great Sermon Handicap. Wooster and two pals bet on which of several local vicars will preach the longest sermon. Of their chosen ‘runner’ Bertie observes: “The man was a trier…He went off from the start with a nice easy action… His habit of stopping dead and looking round the church at intervals was worth minutes to us…” But of course he loses, though Jeeves, who has backed a rank outsider, wins. At the heart of the story is a 50-minute sermon whose theme is also spot on for Bishop Curry: Brotherly Love.