Living in the past

I've always admired Joan Collins, not only for her beauty (other than Elizabeth Taylor she is the most beautiful Englishwoman of the 20th century), but for her relaxed style of acting and laconic sense of humour. But in last week's Mail on Sunday she was expounding her Brexit views under the banner of:
 I WANT OUR BRITAIN BACK
"This tiny island will sink with so many people" she gushes inside, and over two whole pages she basically longs for the return of a Britain where there is still a branch line for every village, the hedgerows are full of twittering songbirds, fruit still tastes of something and, most importantly, not a black or foreign face is to be seen. Maybe in Brixton or Bradford, but elsewhere, not really.

Poor Joanie! Surely she must realise those days are long gone, whether we leave or remain. Neither Britain nor any other country can ever go back to where it was. The world is infinitely more complex than it was when she was a young woman, and we have to move forward to a better world, not hark after a lost one when Britain ruled the waves and people stayed in the countries where they were born.

As the time for the (completely unnecessary) referendum approaches, increasingly wild claims are being made on either side. But it is emerging that if we leave, thousands of jobs will be lost, the pound will plummet and I'm not quite sure why this is so important to me, but it is, we will look like complete dicks from Alaska to Argentina. I love you Joanie, but get real. It's 2016, not 1959.