This is not a Brexit lament , it is however a nostalgic note of the late great britain. Aka the British Isles, the United Kingdom or GB we are a kingdom still with a King. Our passports are UK ( United Kingdom ) yet we are not United in everyone’s minds. Scotland wants away, Wales want to speak Welsh, Ulster wants Eire but Eire doesn’t want Ulster and England wants George.
Our Great is not so great nowadays as we make little other than cars. Heavy Industries have almost gone and we have literally said TATA to that. At the Bar there is hardly an English man or woman called and the latest ‘ called to list ‘ reads like the Indian. Pakistani and Afghanistan cricket teams. Our British Prime Minister and our recent Scottish first Minister are Asian and we have the first black European leader in Wales.
Our Empire has gone, our Commonwealth wants to go and after all we are an Island. No more Dogger land or any other European connect. Our GBP pound buys only one quarter of the USA dollar since WW2 and the Boston Tea Party drowned us and the tea bag in debt. The debt now exceeds our gross domestic product and the young can’t afford to live here or indeed find a roof over their heads. The London Stock Market is shrinking and only Insurance and Law seem to flourish yet for how long with AI about to template the Temple.
Our Christian Heritage slips away under the Welby Wander into the secular not the spiritual and as our churches empty the Mosques and Gurdwaras mushroom. Megaphones soon rather than bells will be calling people to prayer. We are on our knees economically not spiritually. Yet there is hope if we consider that the invasion of Viking, Norman, Jewish , Jamaican , Asian, Muslim , Hong Kong Chinese , Irish et Al is seen. Yes our language of English may not be heard on London Transport but until Shakespeare turned up the language at Court was French.
We are GB only at the Olympics but we are split in ever other sport and though we boast Premier League soccer there isn’t an English team coach in sight. Our road signs up north are in foreign tongue and you can be translated in surgeries, hospitals and driving tests as we ready for the great British takeover makeover. Though we are an island you can still come by ferry or boat (10,000 ) unknown nationals yearly. Our biggest employer is our biggest liability and it’s called NHS.
You can rarely get a cream tea these days and chicken tikka masala has overtaken fish and chips as the most popular dish. But hey Ho that’s the new world we are in where integration will lead to nationalism into a multi cultural world where the merged will manifest. Like one great melting pot the dish of destiny will be served and only the strongest forces will survive. None of us will get to live the whole change but history will tell the story and the references to past times indelibly indented via social media and matters digital. So much seems broken but good will rise and the new will surface for yes we can make Britain Great again but just a different type of greatness.
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