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Who is the real face of Brexit?

The picture painted of the typical Brexit voter is of an angry, disenchanted individual in Labour’s working-class heartlands or a brash right-winger at a market stall in a place like Romford.  

I’m sure many do fall into these categories.

My hunch, however, is that your average ‘Leave’ supporter is someone far more nondescript and anonymous.

They live in a fairly decent house in a little modern development, somewhere a few miles outside a moderate-sized town.

They drive to work along the same stretch of motorway each morning and complain endlessly about the traffic they encounter near Junction 8.

They usually bring a packed lunch, but occasionally nip out to Morrisons at lunchtime. They try not to spend more than £3.99 and like meal deals.

They don’t find their job hugely exciting, but they like the people they work with. There’s a Fantasy Football league and last year half a dozen fellow employees travelled down to London to see a show.

There are one or two people at their office who bring in real filter coffee, but they prefer instant.

They drive back along the motorway listening to Heart. They try to leave just before 5 or else the traffic is a nightmare.

They take the dogs for a quick walk when they get back.

They have dinner and watch a bit of telly.

They talk to their husband about the Euro 2016 football and Jenny and Paul’s wedding. 

They agree that he’ll try to fix the lawnmower, but if he can’t, it’ll have to go in for repair.

They remember that tomorrow it’s the EU referendum.

They’ll vote when they get back from work. Maybe when they take the dogs out.

They quite like Boris and think that Europe interferes too much in decision making.

They are meeting the husband’s sister and her family at the weekend. They may drive to the pub they visited back in October. The food was quite good.
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