Whatever happened to the Great British Spirit!
For as long as I can remember, growing up in post-war Great Britain was hard. It was a time when people, ‘Loved thy neighbour,’ a time of reaping only what you sow. Not living beyond your means. Families helped each other to prosper, watched over all children keeping them out of harm’s way. Kept Britain Tidy! Respected their elders. Lent out cups of sugar, took pride in their neighbourhood. The list goes on. In short, they didn’t rely on a nanny state to provide for them. British citizens took great pride at the end of the day by being able to say, ‘Look what I’ve achieved. All my own work!’
Now, on the cusp of an exciting new era in fending for ourselves Post Brexit, half the country along with Scotland are acting like a load of pussies. For heaven’s sake, stop all the moaning groaning and doom mongering, take your head out of your arse, pull your socks up and every other cliché you can think of. Grow some balls, accept what lies ahead and adapt with dignity.