Britain is now merely a province, today

Europe has just lost over a thousand years of political evolution.

The moment of political unity, schemed for since the Rome Treaty in 1957, comes just as all the old problems of the European Continent, economic, political, religious and social, begin to re-emerge in new and tricky shapes.

We in Britain, like Ireland, have constantly been warned that by staying out we would miss the European train – always depicted as a luxury express bound for a pleasant destination and more or less under our control.

Now, as the whistle blows, the doors are locked and the Eurotrain at last jolts out of the station, we look around us and see threadbare seats and through grimy windows glimpse an unfamiliar and unpleasant landscape, and when we ask where we are going, the crew tell us that from now on, that is their business, not ours.


I don't really know how else to describe what's happened. The Lisbon Treaty is a good place for any of you to start finding out.

I feel like there's a funeral going on in my head. Apparently no one remembers that Rome was kind of a bad idea.