All about Europe

I am writing this as a former European. It’s February and the UK has finally left the European Union. I suppose I ought to be either excited or disappointed, but I’m neither. Life goes on.

I expect I felt much the same way on the day we joined. I say ‘expect’ because although I clearly recall what I was doing on January 1, 1973, becoming a European wasn’t something I remember. Maybe it’s because that day happened to be my first day on the job as a newspaper reporter. Although I’d been signed up as an indentured trainee the previous summer, I had spent the rest of 1972 on block release at college. January 1 was my first day behind