I don’t understand why it hasn’t worked.
I don’t understand why I don’t feel better. Of course I didn’t believe them – nobody
did – when they said people would take back control. I mean, we’re not that stupid. What, they’re going to come and ask me, are they, what to do? And they’re going to do what I suggest?
Just because we left Europe? I don’t think so. We don’t even get the rubbish collected once a week. Before they took the service
away, we were consulted, we got a questionnaire through the doorway, they said How often would you like it collected? We said “Once a week”. Now it’s fortnightly. “Do you want your local hospital to close?” No. They closed it. I’m not that stupid. I’m not an idiot. When they said I’d get my country back, I knew it wasn’t true. But even so. The woman at the hairdresser told me before
the referendum: It’s a funny thing, it’s those of us who are least affected that feel most strongly. But she voted to leave. Well everyone did. Everyone I know anyway.
Winchester’s still Winchester, but we voted to leave. For years you could live on a modest income. Well we did, and not feel ashamed. The Common Market was all right when it was six countries with a Northern culture – thrifty,
hard-working – but it was bound to fail once the Mediterraneans flocked in.
27 countries sticking to the rules? I don’t know two countries who play by the rules. I don’t know one. If you can, find a gardener who doesn’t want to be paid in cash, I can’t. And don’t even try to get a man up a ladder without stuffing his mouth with gold. I don’t mind the BBC calling people who voted like me racist, because I know it isn’t
true. I always think the people who’ve come here are more English than we are. They have more
values. They look after their families. And I won’t say a word against anyone who does
that. But somehow, having decided to leave, it doesn’t
feel any different, does it? Now I thought it would.
I thought we’d be less angry. But we’re not. You see, it’s the anger, isn’t it? That’s what it’s about. It’s about the anger. It used to be the young who were angry. Now, funny – it’s the old. It used to be
Labour who wanted change. Now, funny – it’s the Conservatives. But I did think it would feel better than this. It doesn’t seem to have made anyone happy. Mine was an army family. My father was killed
in Northern Ireland, so it won’t break my heart to see the border go back up. Good fences
make good neighbours. They say we may lose Scotland. But I say you can’t lose what you never had. When I’m in the High Street, I think: Well we’ve been free for a year and what’s changed? I look around. The people haven’t changed. I haven’t changed. The anger’s still there. And it’s made me wonder what’s the
anger about? But the other day I was in the garden, tying
in the roses and suddenly I understood. From nowhere. I realised. Oh so that’s why it hasn’t worked. That’s why we’re all so unhappy. We voted to leave Europe.
But that’s not what we wanted. We wanted to leave England.