When leaving work, make sure you wander around the office grinning like a demented rock-smoker who has just mugged a grandmother on her way to deposit 50 years of hard won savings at the bank after being told it would be safer than keeping it under her mattress. Set your mobile phone ring-tone to play the fruits of Europe’s finest hour – “The Final Countdown”. Let’s face it, I’d rather that the UK was a member of 1980’s hair-band Europe than be a member of Europe – The Union. Where’s the catchy music for the European Economic Union? Nowhere. Not even the Eurovision Song Contest could save it.