All we had to operate on was gut feeling. My gut feeling was that we were in deep trouble, and that the confidence, indeed the arrogance, of the Remain campaign was being fuelled by a failure to speak to enough voters outside London and the other big cities. I spent the day of the referendum in my constituency getting out the vote. On Upper Street, every single person was wearing an ‘I’m in’ sticker. I spotted the one and only man who wasn’t and offered him one. He said that he was happy to wear it in London, but would be taking it off when he went home to Peterborough. Again, I saw that you could be caught up in the bubble in London and assume everything would be fine, but the moment you stepped out you could see that it wasn’t. I went into that evening with a really heavy heart. I was sent out on the media round, to a massive great barn in outer London from which the BBC was hosting its referendum coverage. I was waiting in the wings at 4:40am when David Dimbleby announced ‘We’re out.’