Being English

So much is happening in Europe right now, and much of it is centred on UK membership of the European Union. My passport tells me I hold British nationality but in my heart I am and always will be English.

Being English is something no one can aspire to. One is either English or one is not! That is why my English identity is so important to me: it sets me aside from those people who want to come to my country and make it their home.

My government is happy to throw open the gates of my country to all and sundry and in some cases to offer that treasured British citizenship to people who are not deserving of it.

In my opinion the first people who should be entitled to come here and work are the people of Europe (for we British are, geographically, European). Many of my own countrymen would argue that we are no more European than we are anything else in the world. Plainly that is absurd: there are just six continents on the globe: Australasia, America, Asia, Africa, Antarctica and Europe. It must be as plain as the nose one’s face that we (the people of the UK) cannot be part of the first five, so we must be European.

And here is the problem for me when it comes to Brexit. I want to be part of Europe, even of the EU, but I cannot accept from the mandarins of Brussels that they should have a say in who comes to live in my country.

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