Most of those who voted to leave would have no understanding of the term, 'Islington elite', so favoured by the hand-wringing journalists of the Guardian, let alone the idea of thumbing their noses at them to inform their decision. A significant majority bought the Brexit lie peddled by Johnson that a vote to leave would enable us to 'take control of our borders', coded language for keeping out 'undesirables' such as Romanians, Albanians and anyone with a brown face (much as I detest Farage, at least he was honest about his intentions). The second big lie was that the UK would 'regain it's sovereignty', the meaning of which no-one has been able to satisfactorily explain to me other than to trumpet the fact that my passport will now be a different colour. That's aside from the myth that Brexit would somehow rescue the NHS by magically freeing up £350m a week. Let's call a spade a spade. The leavers campaign was dog-whistle politics of the most cynical kind, intended to take advantage of the wilful ignorance of great swathes of this nation.