Sometimes, when kids are having a die-in at an airport, or waving banners about protesting at the latest slight, reading bonkers stories of migrants indulged at our expense, or foreign criminals given a free pass to stay and claim benefits – I think our country is utterly mad.
I look around and wonder if normal people are a dying breed. People who work hard, pay taxes, get their kids to school more or less on time and still remember to buy milk on their way home.
Trying to get the ironing done in front of Strictly or book next year’s family holiday so we’ve got something to look forward to through the winter. …
Today I am proud of my country and the people who voted Leave. You made change happen. And suddenly even politicians are making sense.
Priti Patel will scrap foreign aid for any schemes which fail to deliver results and impact, reminding jobless hand-wringers there is no such thing as public money, only taxpayers money.
The new British empire?
Britain is reasserting itself as a global force to be reckoned with. Not necessarily as a hard superpower but, as Boris Johnson puts it, as a ‘soft power’ powerhouse.
He spoke about some of our most powerful exports: ‘Up the creeks and inlets of every continent on earth, there go the gentle, kindly gunboats of British soft power, captained by Jeremy Clarkson, a prophet more honoured abroad, alas, than in his own country.
‘Or JK Rowling, who is worshipped by young people in Asia as some kind of divinity.’
He quoted Churchill who said the empires of the future will be the empires of the mind.
And I believe Boris is on to something.
We are rebuilding the British Empire with strong minds. A soft superpower house, trading globally, connected internationally. …
We are still tolerant – but standing that little bit taller. No longer willing to be walked all over by people from other countries. Not tiptoeing around a religion which tramples our culture underfoot. Refusing to listen to unelected suit-dwellers from some other place, telling us what we can and cannot do.