TO those now trying to imagine how on earth we’ll perform the business of leaping backwards into the 1970s to rejoin the bright future we ought to have had if that nasty EU hadn’t stepped in and ruined everything, it is helpful to remember those halcyon days.

The three-day week, rubbish bags uncollected in the streets, strikes, power cuts that left schools closed and children at home.

The warm glow that the world was moving on and the UK was being left behind. Rampant inflation, humiliating bailouts. The glory of emigrants outnumbering immigrants. Spacehoppers, hostess trolleys and flares. All dead easy to recreate.

And with Boris’ help we’re scrapping all that nasty EU red tape; banishing anti-pollution laws so we can once again enjoy industrial scum floating in rivers and sewage bobbing up and down off our beaches.

We’ll re-open pits, burn coal and bring back smog, pay all women less than men, lock the disabled away out of sight, buy really bendy bananas by the ounce, and put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea.

The only fly in the ointment will be accepting that the UK is over because Scotland will have left. Still eh?

Christian Vassie, Blake Court, Wheldrake, York