Like a young, busty blonde honey trapping a middle aged millionaire; the EU never loved us but loved our money.
A cursory glance results at the last 10 years or so of the Eurovision song contest tells us all about our standing and 'relationship' in Europe.
We deserve better. We deserve to be loved by somebody who loves us.
So lets put the Mercedes convertible in the garage and hang up the drainpipe jeans. This mid life crisis has gone on long enough.
Let's ring up the ex who we truly loved. She may not have been as glamorous to the outside world; but she was fun, safe and didn't question every decision I made.
She was waxing lyrical about how wonderful it was to have the Euro as their currency. The economy was booming and the leprechauns were dancing a jig on every street corner.
Then there was a huge recession and she worked out the Euro didn't buy as much as the punt did (forgive her for being slow to grasp that bit but if her brain was dynamite she wouldn't have had enough to blow the beret off her head) and she never mentioned how wonderful the Euro was again.
She was Irish.She was waxing lyrical about how wonderful it was to have the Euro as their currency. The economy was booming and the leprechauns were dancing a jig on every street corner.Then there was a huge recession and she worked out the Euro didn