As the disastrous impact of leaving the EU becomes clearer,UK citizens should be allowed another sayMonday, 1 January 1973 was one of the best days of my life. I was starting a seventh year of working with the Royal Shakespeare Company, and the roles I was being given were getting better and better. My wife and I owned our own tiny cottage,our son was in infant school, and we were expecting the birth of a daughter. I had a little secondhand Renault. And this was the day when the UK finally became a member of the European Economic Community.
I grew up in a working-course home in the industrial West Riding of Yorkshire. My father was a commissionaire at a large chemical plant, and my mother worked,as she had all her life, in a heavy-woollen weaving shed. I visited her at work only once, and the experience revolted me: the noise,the polluted air, the two monstrous looms she operated alone. But she loved the social atmosphere of friendship, or fun,companionship, trust and tough work. Also she was a member of a community, and that meant everything to her.
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Source: guardian.co.uk