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If the UK hadn't joined the EU we would have remained a struggling economy and almost certainly have fallen even further behind. It was one of the main reasons we joined in the first place.
our GDP was on par with the other EEC members when we joined, that is why we were allowed in. Now they let them all in no matter what their GDP is, that is why they are leaving the eastern members to come here in the 100's of thousands.
We were a long way behind Germany and France. Now we are ahead of France and on target to overtake Germany. Apparently we'll be much better off on our own in a recession.
This article says that Brexit could be good for trade
http://moneyweek.com/brexit-could-be-good-for-trade/
Here’s something you think is a fact. The single market is good for the UK. We can debate the extent to which leaving it will hurt our exports, but there is no doubt that, in the short to medium term at least, it will hurt our economy. That’s one big reason why voting to leave the EU is risky. But is this actually true? Everyone says it. We all believe it. But where’s the evidence? It might surprise you to know that there isn’t much.
In his book Myth and Paradox of the Single Market (you can view it on the Civitas website), Michael Burrage runs through his search for some, and then his attempt to build it for himself. His research involved comparing trade deals done by the EU with those concluded by economies outside the EU (Switzerland, Chile, South Korea and Singapore) to see who comes off best.
The results are surprising. None of these countries have the same assumed “clout” as the EU. But all have done rather better at producing free-trade areas for their exporters. Since 1970 the EU has concluded 37 agreements. The total GDP of the countries involved as of January 2014 is $7.7trn (they have been mostly with small countries). By contrast, the aggregate GDP of all the nations with which Chile had deals in force is $58.3trn; for Korea, it’s $40.8trn; Singapore, $38.7trn; and for Switzerland, $39.8trn.
All four have deals with the EU (GDP $16.7trn), but even once you take into account the obvious point that all EU countries have automatic deals with one another, the difference is stark – particularly given that 90% of the deals made by these “four smaller independent countries” include services, whereas only 68% of the single market deals do (which matters particularly for the UK).
Burrage also looked at the speed of growth in UK exports to relevant countries in the years before and after trade deals have come into force. This doesn’t look good either. In most cases, the rate of growth post-agreement has fallen.
The only “clear success stories” (ie, in which the rate of growth has risen) are Turkey, Chile, Lebanon, Papua New Guinea and Fiji. “Their total GDP in 2015 was $1.1trn, which is significantly less than the $1.5trn GDP of Australia with which the European Commission has yet to negotiate an agreement.” So has ceding our right to make our own trade deals to the EU been good or bad for UK exporters? It’s not quite as straightforward as you thought.
The same is true of a lot of the arguments around the EU. For more on this, look to John Stepek’s piece on the UK property market this week. Popular wisdom says that house prices will fall on Brexit. John points out that if there is a genuine financial panic post-Brexit (which, by the way, is very unlikely), interest rates will not rise, but fall. Given that the main driver of UK house prices is cheap credit, a fall in rates hardly suggests we will see Armageddon in the housing market. Wanting freer trade could be a really good reason to vote out. Wanting lower house prices isn’t.
http://moneyweek.com/brexit-could-be-good-for-trade/
Here’s something you think is a fact. The single market is good for the UK. We can debate the extent to which leaving it will hurt our exports, but there is no doubt that, in the short to medium term at least, it will hurt our economy. That’s one big reason why voting to leave the EU is risky. But is this actually true? Everyone says it. We all believe it. But where’s the evidence? It might surprise you to know that there isn’t much.
In his book Myth and Paradox of the Single Market (you can view it on the Civitas website), Michael Burrage runs through his search for some, and then his attempt to build it for himself. His research involved comparing trade deals done by the EU with those concluded by economies outside the EU (Switzerland, Chile, South Korea and Singapore) to see who comes off best.
The results are surprising. None of these countries have the same assumed “clout” as the EU. But all have done rather better at producing free-trade areas for their exporters. Since 1970 the EU has concluded 37 agreements. The total GDP of the countries involved as of January 2014 is $7.7trn (they have been mostly with small countries). By contrast, the aggregate GDP of all the nations with which Chile had deals in force is $58.3trn; for Korea, it’s $40.8trn; Singapore, $38.7trn; and for Switzerland, $39.8trn.
All four have deals with the EU (GDP $16.7trn), but even once you take into account the obvious point that all EU countries have automatic deals with one another, the difference is stark – particularly given that 90% of the deals made by these “four smaller independent countries” include services, whereas only 68% of the single market deals do (which matters particularly for the UK).
Burrage also looked at the speed of growth in UK exports to relevant countries in the years before and after trade deals have come into force. This doesn’t look good either. In most cases, the rate of growth post-agreement has fallen.
The only “clear success stories” (ie, in which the rate of growth has risen) are Turkey, Chile, Lebanon, Papua New Guinea and Fiji. “Their total GDP in 2015 was $1.1trn, which is significantly less than the $1.5trn GDP of Australia with which the European Commission has yet to negotiate an agreement.” So has ceding our right to make our own trade deals to the EU been good or bad for UK exporters? It’s not quite as straightforward as you thought.
The same is true of a lot of the arguments around the EU. For more on this, look to John Stepek’s piece on the UK property market this week. Popular wisdom says that house prices will fall on Brexit. John points out that if there is a genuine financial panic post-Brexit (which, by the way, is very unlikely), interest rates will not rise, but fall. Given that the main driver of UK house prices is cheap credit, a fall in rates hardly suggests we will see Armageddon in the housing market. Wanting freer trade could be a really good reason to vote out. Wanting lower house prices isn’t.
We were a long way behind Germany and France
no we weren't we were level with Germany slightly behind France check the facts
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http://www.edmundconway.com/2015/02/the-uk-germany-and-france-gdp-over-history/
no we weren't we were level with Germany slightly behind France check the facts
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http://www.edmundconway.com/2015/02/the-uk-germany-and-france-gdp-over-history/
The first chart from Burton Brewers shows a truth: the reason that the UK begged to join the Common Market from c 1960 was because the synergies of the single market were propelling France and Germany forwards far quicker than the UK. From '60 to '73, when we joined, we managed half the growth that Germany generated for themselves. We were not getting poorer but we were getting inexorably poorer compared to our cousins in France and Germany. If we leave the EU, we will make our children the poor-relations all over again.
if we had stayed out and we got in now
oz, neville, bomber ,barry and moxy would be heading off to poland
to graft
oz, neville, bomber ,barry and moxy would be heading off to poland
to graft
I did have a giggle at this 
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Brexit: AA Gill argues for ‘In’
We all know what “getting our country back” means. It’s snorting a line of that most pernicious and debilitating Little English drug, nostalgia
It was the woman on Question Time that really did it for me. She was so familiar. There is someone like her in every queue, every coffee shop, outside every school in every parish council in the country. Middle-aged, middle-class, middle-brow, over-made-up, with her National Health face and weatherproof English expression of hurt righteousness, she’s Britannia’s mother-in-law. The camera closed in on her and she shouted: “All I want is my country back. Give me my country back.”
It was a heartfelt cry of real distress and the rest of the audience erupted in sympathetic applause, but I thought: “Back from what? Back from where?”
Wanting the country back is the constant mantra of all the outies. Farage slurs it, Gove insinuates it. Of course I know what they mean. We all know what they mean. They mean back from Johnny Foreigner, back from the brink, back from the future, back-to-back, back to bosky hedges and dry stone walls and country lanes and church bells and warm beer and skittles and football rattles and cheery banter and clogs on cobbles. Back to vicars-and-tarts parties and Carry On fart jokes, back to Elgar and fudge and proper weather and herbaceous borders and cars called Morris. Back to victoria sponge and 22 yards to a wicket and 15 hands to a horse and 3ft to a yard and four fingers in a Kit Kat, back to gooseberries not avocados, back to deference and respect, to make do and mend and smiling bravely and biting your lip and suffering in silence and patronising foreigners with pity.
We all know what “getting our country back” means. It’s snorting a line of the most pernicious and debilitating Little English drug, nostalgia. The warm, crumbly, honey-coloured, collective “yesterday” with its fond belief that everything was better back then, that Britain (England, really) is a worse place now than it was at some foggy point in the past where we achieved peak Blighty. It’s the knowledge that the best of us have been and gone, that nothing we can build will be as lovely as a National Trust Georgian country house, no art will be as good as a Turner, no poem as wonderful as If, no writer a touch on Shakespeare or Dickens, nothing will grow as lovely as a cottage garden, no hero greater than Nelson, no politician better than Churchill, no view more throat-catching than the White Cliffs and that we will never manufacture anything as great as a Rolls-Royce or Flying Scotsman again.
The dream of Brexit isn’t that we might be able to make a brighter, new, energetic tomorrow, it’s a desire to shuffle back to a regret-curdled inward-looking yesterday. In the Brexit fantasy, the best we can hope for is to kick out all the work-all-hours foreigners and become caretakers to our own past in this self-congratulatory island of moaning and pomposity.
And if you think that’s an exaggeration of the Brexit position, then just listen to the language they use: “We are a nation of inventors and entrepreneurs, we want to put the great back in Britain, the great engineers, the great manufacturers.” This is all the expression of a sentimental nostalgia. In the Brexiteer’s mind’s eye is the old Pathé newsreel of Donald Campbell, of John Logie Baird with his television, Barnes Wallis and his bouncing bomb, and Robert Baden-Powell inventing boy scouts in his shed.
All we need, their argument goes, is to be free of the humourless Germans and spoilsport French and all their collective liberalism and reality. There is a concomitant hope that if we manage to back out of Europe, then we’ll get back to the bowler-hatted 1950s and the Commonwealth will hold pageants, fireworks displays and beg to be back in the Queen Empress’s good books again. Then New Zealand will sacrifice a thousand lambs, Ghana will ask if it can go back to being called the Gold Coast and Britain will resume hand-making Land Rovers and top hats and Sheffield plate teapots.
There is a reason that most of the people who want to leave the EU are old while those who want to remain are young: it’s because the young aren’t infected with Bisto nostalgia. They don’t recognise half the stuff I’ve mentioned here. They’ve grown up in the EU and at worst it’s been neutral for them.
The under-thirties want to be part of things, not aloof from them. They’re about being joined-up and counted. I imagine a phrase most outies identify with is “women’s liberation has gone too far”. Everything has gone too far for them, from political correctness — well, that’s gone mad, hasn’t it? — to health and safety and gender-neutral lavatories. Those oldies, they don’t know if they’re coming or going, what with those newfangled mobile phones and kids on Tinder and Grindr. What happened to meeting Miss Joan Hunter Dunn at the tennis club? And don’t get them started on electric hand dryers, or something unrecognised in the bagging area, or Indian call centres , or the impertinent computer asking for a password that has both capitals and little letters and numbers and more than eight digits.
Brexit is the fond belief that Britain is worse now than at some point in the foggy past where we achieved peak Blighty
We listen to the Brexit lot talk about the trade deals they’re going to make with Europe after we leave, and the blithe insouciance that what they’re offering instead of EU membership is a divorce where you can still have sex with your ex. They reckon they can get out of the marriage, keep the house, not pay alimony, take the kids out of school, stop the in-laws going to the doctor, get strict with the visiting rights, but, you know, still get a shag at the weekend and, obviously, see other people on the side.
Really, that’s their best offer? That’s the plan? To swagger into Brussels with Union Jack pants on and say: “ ’Ello luv, you’re looking nice today. Would you like some?”
When the rest of us ask how that’s really going to work, leavers reply, with Terry-Thomas smirks, that “they’re going to still really fancy us, honest, they’re gagging for us. Possibly not Merkel, but the bosses of Mercedes and those French vintners and cheesemakers, they can’t get enough of old John Bull. Of course they’re going to want to go on making the free market with two backs after we’ve got the decree nisi. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Have no doubt, this is a divorce. It’s not just business, it’s not going to be all reason and goodwill. Like all divorces, leaving Europe would be ugly and mean and hurtful, and it would lead to a great deal of poisonous xenophobia and racism, all the niggling personal prejudice that dumped, betrayed and thwarted people are prey to. And the racism and prejudice are, of course, weak points for us. The tortuous renegotiation with lawyers and courts will be bitter and vengeful, because divorces always are and, just in passing, this sovereignty thing we’re supposed to want back so badly, like Frodo’s ring, has nothing to do with you or me. We won’t notice it coming back, because we didn’t notice not having it in the first place.
Nine out of 10 economists say ‘remain in the EU’
You won’t wake up on June 24 and think: “Oh my word, my arthritis has gone! My teeth are suddenly whiter! Magically, I seem to know how to make a soufflé and I’m buff with the power of sovereignty.” This is something only politicians care about; it makes not a jot of difference to you or me if the Supreme Court is a bunch of strangely out-of-touch old gits in wigs in Westminster or a load of strangely out-of-touch old gits without wigs in Luxembourg. What matters is that we have as many judges as possible on the side of personal freedom.
Personally, I see nothing about our legislators in the UK that makes me feel I can confidently give them more power. The more checks and balances politicians have, the better for the rest of us. You can’t have too many wise heads and different opinions. If you’re really worried about red tape, by the way, it’s not just a European problem. We’re perfectly capable of coming up with our own rules and regulations and we have no shortage of jobsworths. Red tape may be annoying, but it is also there to protect your and my family from being lied to, poisoned and cheated.
The first “X” I ever put on a voting slip was to say yes to the EU. The first referendum was when I was 20 years old. This one will be in the week of my 62nd birthday. For nearly all my adult life, there hasn’t been a day when I haven’t been pleased and proud to be part of this great collective. If you ask me for my nationality, the truth is I feel more European than anything else. I am part of this culture, this European civilisation. I can walk into any gallery on our continent and completely understand the images and the stories on the walls. These people are my people and they have been for thousands of years. I can read books on subjects from Ancient Greece to Dark Ages Scandinavia, from Renaissance Italy to 19th-century France, and I don’t need the context or the landscape explained to me. The music of Europe, from its scales and its instruments to its rhythms and religion, is my music. The Renaissance, the rococo, the Romantics, the impressionists, gothic, baroque, neoclassicism, realism, expressionism, futurism, fauvism, cubism, dada, surrealism, postmodernism and kitsch were all European movements and none of them belongs to a single nation.
There is a reason why the Chinese are making fake Italian handbags and the Italians aren’t making fake Chinese ones. This European culture, without question or argument, is the greatest, most inventive, subtle, profound, beautiful and powerful genius that was ever contrived anywhere by anyone and it belongs to us. Just look at my day job — food. The change in food culture and pleasure has been enormous since we joined the EU, and that’s no coincidence. What we eat, the ingredients, the recipes, may come from around the world, but it is the collective to and fro of European interests, expertise and imagination that has made it all so very appetising and exciting.
The restaurant was a European invention, naturally. The first one in Paris was called The London Bridge.
Culture works and grows through the constant warp and weft of creators, producers, consumers, intellectuals and instinctive lovers. You can’t dictate or legislate for it, you can just make a place that encourages it and you can truncate it. You can make it harder and more grudging, you can put up barriers and you can build walls, but why on earth would you? This collective culture, this golden civilisation grown on this continent over thousands of years, has made everything we have and everything we are, why would you not want to be part of it?
I understand that if we leave we don’t have to hand back our library ticket for European civilisation, but why would we even think about it? In fact, the only ones who would are those old, philistine scared gits. Look at them, too frightened to join in."
......Brexit: AA Gill argues for ‘In’
We all know what “getting our country back” means. It’s snorting a line of that most pernicious and debilitating Little English drug, nostalgia
It was the woman on Question Time that really did it for me. She was so familiar. There is someone like her in every queue, every coffee shop, outside every school in every parish council in the country. Middle-aged, middle-class, middle-brow, over-made-up, with her National Health face and weatherproof English expression of hurt righteousness, she’s Britannia’s mother-in-law. The camera closed in on her and she shouted: “All I want is my country back. Give me my country back.”
It was a heartfelt cry of real distress and the rest of the audience erupted in sympathetic applause, but I thought: “Back from what? Back from where?”
Wanting the country back is the constant mantra of all the outies. Farage slurs it, Gove insinuates it. Of course I know what they mean. We all know what they mean. They mean back from Johnny Foreigner, back from the brink, back from the future, back-to-back, back to bosky hedges and dry stone walls and country lanes and church bells and warm beer and skittles and football rattles and cheery banter and clogs on cobbles. Back to vicars-and-tarts parties and Carry On fart jokes, back to Elgar and fudge and proper weather and herbaceous borders and cars called Morris. Back to victoria sponge and 22 yards to a wicket and 15 hands to a horse and 3ft to a yard and four fingers in a Kit Kat, back to gooseberries not avocados, back to deference and respect, to make do and mend and smiling bravely and biting your lip and suffering in silence and patronising foreigners with pity.
We all know what “getting our country back” means. It’s snorting a line of the most pernicious and debilitating Little English drug, nostalgia. The warm, crumbly, honey-coloured, collective “yesterday” with its fond belief that everything was better back then, that Britain (England, really) is a worse place now than it was at some foggy point in the past where we achieved peak Blighty. It’s the knowledge that the best of us have been and gone, that nothing we can build will be as lovely as a National Trust Georgian country house, no art will be as good as a Turner, no poem as wonderful as If, no writer a touch on Shakespeare or Dickens, nothing will grow as lovely as a cottage garden, no hero greater than Nelson, no politician better than Churchill, no view more throat-catching than the White Cliffs and that we will never manufacture anything as great as a Rolls-Royce or Flying Scotsman again.
The dream of Brexit isn’t that we might be able to make a brighter, new, energetic tomorrow, it’s a desire to shuffle back to a regret-curdled inward-looking yesterday. In the Brexit fantasy, the best we can hope for is to kick out all the work-all-hours foreigners and become caretakers to our own past in this self-congratulatory island of moaning and pomposity.
And if you think that’s an exaggeration of the Brexit position, then just listen to the language they use: “We are a nation of inventors and entrepreneurs, we want to put the great back in Britain, the great engineers, the great manufacturers.” This is all the expression of a sentimental nostalgia. In the Brexiteer’s mind’s eye is the old Pathé newsreel of Donald Campbell, of John Logie Baird with his television, Barnes Wallis and his bouncing bomb, and Robert Baden-Powell inventing boy scouts in his shed.
All we need, their argument goes, is to be free of the humourless Germans and spoilsport French and all their collective liberalism and reality. There is a concomitant hope that if we manage to back out of Europe, then we’ll get back to the bowler-hatted 1950s and the Commonwealth will hold pageants, fireworks displays and beg to be back in the Queen Empress’s good books again. Then New Zealand will sacrifice a thousand lambs, Ghana will ask if it can go back to being called the Gold Coast and Britain will resume hand-making Land Rovers and top hats and Sheffield plate teapots.
There is a reason that most of the people who want to leave the EU are old while those who want to remain are young: it’s because the young aren’t infected with Bisto nostalgia. They don’t recognise half the stuff I’ve mentioned here. They’ve grown up in the EU and at worst it’s been neutral for them.
The under-thirties want to be part of things, not aloof from them. They’re about being joined-up and counted. I imagine a phrase most outies identify with is “women’s liberation has gone too far”. Everything has gone too far for them, from political correctness — well, that’s gone mad, hasn’t it? — to health and safety and gender-neutral lavatories. Those oldies, they don’t know if they’re coming or going, what with those newfangled mobile phones and kids on Tinder and Grindr. What happened to meeting Miss Joan Hunter Dunn at the tennis club? And don’t get them started on electric hand dryers, or something unrecognised in the bagging area, or Indian call centres , or the impertinent computer asking for a password that has both capitals and little letters and numbers and more than eight digits.
Brexit is the fond belief that Britain is worse now than at some point in the foggy past where we achieved peak Blighty
We listen to the Brexit lot talk about the trade deals they’re going to make with Europe after we leave, and the blithe insouciance that what they’re offering instead of EU membership is a divorce where you can still have sex with your ex. They reckon they can get out of the marriage, keep the house, not pay alimony, take the kids out of school, stop the in-laws going to the doctor, get strict with the visiting rights, but, you know, still get a shag at the weekend and, obviously, see other people on the side.
Really, that’s their best offer? That’s the plan? To swagger into Brussels with Union Jack pants on and say: “ ’Ello luv, you’re looking nice today. Would you like some?”
When the rest of us ask how that’s really going to work, leavers reply, with Terry-Thomas smirks, that “they’re going to still really fancy us, honest, they’re gagging for us. Possibly not Merkel, but the bosses of Mercedes and those French vintners and cheesemakers, they can’t get enough of old John Bull. Of course they’re going to want to go on making the free market with two backs after we’ve got the decree nisi. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Have no doubt, this is a divorce. It’s not just business, it’s not going to be all reason and goodwill. Like all divorces, leaving Europe would be ugly and mean and hurtful, and it would lead to a great deal of poisonous xenophobia and racism, all the niggling personal prejudice that dumped, betrayed and thwarted people are prey to. And the racism and prejudice are, of course, weak points for us. The tortuous renegotiation with lawyers and courts will be bitter and vengeful, because divorces always are and, just in passing, this sovereignty thing we’re supposed to want back so badly, like Frodo’s ring, has nothing to do with you or me. We won’t notice it coming back, because we didn’t notice not having it in the first place.
Nine out of 10 economists say ‘remain in the EU’
You won’t wake up on June 24 and think: “Oh my word, my arthritis has gone! My teeth are suddenly whiter! Magically, I seem to know how to make a soufflé and I’m buff with the power of sovereignty.” This is something only politicians care about; it makes not a jot of difference to you or me if the Supreme Court is a bunch of strangely out-of-touch old gits in wigs in Westminster or a load of strangely out-of-touch old gits without wigs in Luxembourg. What matters is that we have as many judges as possible on the side of personal freedom.
Personally, I see nothing about our legislators in the UK that makes me feel I can confidently give them more power. The more checks and balances politicians have, the better for the rest of us. You can’t have too many wise heads and different opinions. If you’re really worried about red tape, by the way, it’s not just a European problem. We’re perfectly capable of coming up with our own rules and regulations and we have no shortage of jobsworths. Red tape may be annoying, but it is also there to protect your and my family from being lied to, poisoned and cheated.
The first “X” I ever put on a voting slip was to say yes to the EU. The first referendum was when I was 20 years old. This one will be in the week of my 62nd birthday. For nearly all my adult life, there hasn’t been a day when I haven’t been pleased and proud to be part of this great collective. If you ask me for my nationality, the truth is I feel more European than anything else. I am part of this culture, this European civilisation. I can walk into any gallery on our continent and completely understand the images and the stories on the walls. These people are my people and they have been for thousands of years. I can read books on subjects from Ancient Greece to Dark Ages Scandinavia, from Renaissance Italy to 19th-century France, and I don’t need the context or the landscape explained to me. The music of Europe, from its scales and its instruments to its rhythms and religion, is my music. The Renaissance, the rococo, the Romantics, the impressionists, gothic, baroque, neoclassicism, realism, expressionism, futurism, fauvism, cubism, dada, surrealism, postmodernism and kitsch were all European movements and none of them belongs to a single nation.
There is a reason why the Chinese are making fake Italian handbags and the Italians aren’t making fake Chinese ones. This European culture, without question or argument, is the greatest, most inventive, subtle, profound, beautiful and powerful genius that was ever contrived anywhere by anyone and it belongs to us. Just look at my day job — food. The change in food culture and pleasure has been enormous since we joined the EU, and that’s no coincidence. What we eat, the ingredients, the recipes, may come from around the world, but it is the collective to and fro of European interests, expertise and imagination that has made it all so very appetising and exciting.
The restaurant was a European invention, naturally. The first one in Paris was called The London Bridge.
Culture works and grows through the constant warp and weft of creators, producers, consumers, intellectuals and instinctive lovers. You can’t dictate or legislate for it, you can just make a place that encourages it and you can truncate it. You can make it harder and more grudging, you can put up barriers and you can build walls, but why on earth would you? This collective culture, this golden civilisation grown on this continent over thousands of years, has made everything we have and everything we are, why would you not want to be part of it?
I understand that if we leave we don’t have to hand back our library ticket for European civilisation, but why would we even think about it? In fact, the only ones who would are those old, philistine scared gits. Look at them, too frightened to join in."
glad thats off your chest
now: if we were currently 'out' would you vote to join?
now: if we were currently 'out' would you vote to join?
Gill, who has caused offence to various racial groups, was the subject of 62 Press Complaints Commission (PCC) complaints in the five years to July 2010.[2] The PCC upheld a further complaint, in September 2010, that Gill's reference to TV journalist Clare Balding as 'a **** on a bike' was “pejorative... demeaning and gratuitous".
Officials put £85m on their EU credit cards issued to pay for meals and hotels
Calls for greater transparency on spending as it is revealed EU employees spent the equivalent of £6,600 each on credit cards given out to pay for accommodation and entertainment
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http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/11806595/Officials-put-85m-on-their-EU-credit-cards-issued-to-pay-for-meals-and-hotels.html
Calls for greater transparency on spending as it is revealed EU employees spent the equivalent of £6,600 each on credit cards given out to pay for accommodation and entertainment
.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/11806595/Officials-put-85m-on-their-EU-credit-cards-issued-to-pay-for-meals-and-hotels.html
agree with a lot of what was said but ,
'The under-thirties want to be part of things, not aloof from them.'
'want' is about right .
Young adults will be paying 3x over the odds for a house if they ever get one and chained to a job for the next 40 years paying most of their income in sky high interest rates (or rent) to the biggest criminal organisation in the UK .
lovely
'The under-thirties want to be part of things, not aloof from them.'
'want' is about right .
Young adults will be paying 3x over the odds for a house if they ever get one and chained to a job for the next 40 years paying most of their income in sky high interest rates (or rent) to the biggest criminal organisation in the UK .
lovely
I agree Coachbuster, with immigrants pouring in how they will they get a job?
It is in their interest to vote leave.
When I left school in the 60's we still had industries in this country, very easy to get a job.
When we joined the EU we still had industries, it seemed the right decision to join then.
BUT NO IMMIGRATION
If we do not have the brains or bottle to vote leave ,we are just a small part of Europe no more no less.
As a pensioner it don't bother me. We must leave to give our young people a future.
It is in their interest to vote leave.
When I left school in the 60's we still had industries in this country, very easy to get a job.
When we joined the EU we still had industries, it seemed the right decision to join then.
BUT NO IMMIGRATION
If we do not have the brains or bottle to vote leave ,we are just a small part of Europe no more no less.
As a pensioner it don't bother me. We must leave to give our young people a future.
'I agree Coachbuster, with immigrants pouring in how they will they get a job?'
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there will be jobs Gery ,but not very heartening when you pay back most of what you earn to make the banks richer
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there will be jobs Gery ,but not very heartening when you pay back most of what you earn to make the banks richer
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