Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
In my head, the ultimate Brexiteers are a smug couple in late middle age, who live in a small town in, I dunno, Norfolk probably. They're not rich exactly, but are financially secure - both retired, own their home outright and two cars, one of which is a Jag. Didn't go to university, have probably never left the country - or if they did, it was a single holiday to Spain once, years ago, but they found it too hot, everyone spoke funny, the food was weird and the toilets weren't proper, so they didn't bother again.
And they get a warm feeling inside, a real beautiful glow, from knowing that their own grandchildren won't be any to participate in the Erasmus student exchange programme. Neither of them benefited from it, so why should anyone else? Young people have it too easy these days, anyway.
That'll show those uppity youngsters, with their stupid pronouns and their ooga-booga rap music.
That'll put them in their place, and stop them getting ideas above their station.
That'll show them.
And they get a warm feeling inside, a real beautiful glow, from knowing that their own grandchildren won't be any to participate in the Erasmus student exchange programme. Neither of them benefited from it, so why should anyone else? Young people have it too easy these days, anyway.
That'll show those uppity youngsters, with their stupid pronouns and their ooga-booga rap music.
That'll put them in their place, and stop them getting ideas above their station.
That'll show them.