As a Yorkshireman with Scottish, Irish and Jewish ancestry and one French and one Irish son-in-law, I was feeling happily European until I started to suspect that the Common Market we had joined in the 70s thinking it would be a European Commonwealth was turning into something horribly like a 4th Reich. Nonetheless I voted to remain in the EU.

I can'tell help but feel that the country that has been my home for most of my life has slipped away from me. I have watched London go from bowlers to burkas in my working lifetime. Although I have enjoyed many a curry in Brick Lane, I preferred it when the Muslims I knew were peaceful people who ran restaurants and corner shops or were work colleagues and friends whose religion was incidental and the weasel word "islamophobia" hadn't been invented.

The England I knew for most of my life has gone, so whither nationalism? I am far from convinced that "multiculturalism" is an improvement and dread the prospect of my children and grandchildren being increasingly subject to the barbarian seventh century influence of sharia imposed by political correctness, demographic and immigrant pressures.

Does this make me a closet nationalist, a racist and a bigot, or just a boring old fart?

Discuss

Alan