Brexit was never, ever in a month of Sundays anything for the common person; but, then again, "British" democracy has never been since the Whig putsch (a.k.a. "The Glorious Revolution"): Oh, in case you didn't know: that's when that Dutch sodomite was made King William the Turd because his 'wife' was King James VII's daughter, and our own, legitimate monarch, James VII was driven out.
The saying that "Britain is a nation of shopkeepers." says it all: and the Whig putsch was all about that and never about anything else.
Brexit is jus the Whigs (i,e the business interests) getting their own back on the Tory thing which tried to circumvent
some of the worse aspects of the Whig hegemony by getting us into the E.U.
The fact that some poor old, fat (well, they are all over weight aren't they, from sitting on their bums in articulated lorries 24/7? No: that's a rhetorical question: gulp and don't answer it) trucky had his ham sandwich confiscated by some Dutch customs [censored], while being tough on the fat trucky, was a song of pure orgasmitude to Britain's shopkeepers, who, once again, can start charging shoppers in the Disunited Kingdom higher prices for the usual, mediocre British goods they were palming off on them before Edward Heath did the magic and liberated the British shopkeeper from "I've got a nice bit of horse meat madam, cunningly disguised as veal."