The trouble with you, Spode, is that just because you have succeeded in inducing a handful of half-wits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone. You hear them shouting, "Heil, Spode!" and you imagine it is the Voice of the People. That is where you make your bloomer. what the Voice of the People is saying is, "Look at that frightful ass Spode swanking about in footer bags! Did you ever in all your puff see such a perfect perisher?"
The Code of the Woosters. PG Wodehouse
Listening to Farming Today this morning I learn that irresponsible elements are planting imported garden type daffodils in the countryside and that these foreign plants are a threat to our native wild British daff. This is exactly the kind of critical conservation issue that usually exercises the minds of whoever writes the environment pages on the BNP website. You know the kind of thing-you start off with foreign daffs and grey squirrels and before you can say "Lebensraum" you're living in a street full of Azerbaijanis. But no mention of it on Spode's august online organ and I don't seem to be able to find the election manifesto as yet either. Is there a problem?
My son is fond of pointing out that it's easy for me to refuse to take seriously the likes of the BNP but it's not my letter box that has dog shit shoved in it. He has a point of course but ..............
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