Still only the one complaint about the Brexit adverts - hang on a minute, I think Councillor Danny Hackett had a
little moan about it at
the last Council meeting
- but I did get a lecture about it from a black cab driver who took me and my two children out of the hell
hole that is Oxford Street on Saturday.
The cabbie was running a poll among passengers, nearly 800 of them he said. His results were 55% in, 29% out and the undecided were inclined to stay in. He claimed only one refusal to answer.
I doubt that London cab passengers are a representative sample. All City types and European tourists. The cabbie reckoned he carried the occasional northerner too, probably Scots.
My fellow passengers didn’t change his poll much, one an indoctrinated Leftie from the BBC, the other holds a nice little contract with the EU and takes expenses paid trips to Brussels. Self interest or what?
To redress the balance, here’s a little piece of doggerel someone sent me which might appeal to those who remember the Prime Ministerial lies of 1975 and won’t so easily swallow more…
Won’t you join our Common Market? said the spider to the fly,
It really is a winner and the cost is not too high.
I know de Gaulle said “Non”, but he hadn’t got a clue,
We want you in, my friends and I, for we have plans for you.
You’ll have to pay a little more than we do just for now,
As Herr Kohl said, and I agree, “we need a new milch cow”,
It’s just a Continental term, believe me, mon ami,
Like “Vive le France or Mad Anglaise or even E.E.C”.
As to the rules, don’t worry friend, there’s really but a few
You’ll find that we ignore them - but they do apply to you.
Give and share between us, that’s what it’s all about,
You do all the giving, and we all share it out.
It’s very British, is it not, to help a friend in need?
You’ve done it twice in two World Wars, a fact we must concede,
So climb aboard the Market Train, don’t sit there on the side,
Your Continental cousins want to take you for a ride.