Sadly, this debate is irrelevant.
Unless there's a miracle, we're going to lose.
Our campaign consists of calling our opponents stupid, ignorant, old and dishonest, with a leavening of calling them racism available in case we haven't sneered enough.
Here's Polly Toynbee in the Guardian:
Here were the two irreconcilable faces of Labour, eager young London graduates on the phone making scant headway with older traditional voters of Nottingham,
That's the tone of our campaign right there. "I'm with young graduates from London, and the idiots up north don't know what's good for them, even though we've told them it's great in Hoxton". That "traditional" is just a sneer, it's "get with it, daddio, us hepcats love the new sounds". That's the whole tone: "never mind your own interests, a small number of us in London knows what's right, tough shit if you don't agree".
Those "older traditional voters" (as opposed to the "eager young London graduates" whose eagerness won't extend to actually voting) are going to hand Polly's arse to her on a plate. I don't agree with their votes or the outcome, but I absolutely understand their sentiment. "Stop treating us like shit, eager young London graduates, and then we can talk. Until then, anything that hurts you is OK by me".
The next week is going to consist of wankers like Eddie Izzard and people with "Loser" stamped through them like Gordon Brown campaigning for Leave. Yes, I know they think they're campaigning for Remain, but every time they open their mouths, votes pour into the Leave pile. We don't have a single attractive voice, or a single attractive argument, which isn't basically Jez and Quinn from "It's Grim Up North London" sounding off about lovely patisserie and how diverse it is in Islington, and every time that starts, people from north of Watford vote "leave" just to wipe the smug grins off their faces.