Yes, he’s a jovial cove who enjoys a drink, a rant and a laugh. …Like a retired major you’d find propping up the bar at a Henley-on-Thames pub at 10.50pm. He talks so much that you are finally only able to focus on his tonsils, as his mouth is open so much.
But on Question Time last night I finally saw Nigel Farage for what he is. All his answers were narrow-minded and quite disgustingly focussed on a single agenda of harping on on about pulling up the draw bridges on England.
A couple of examples.
I would just say that I have a lot of good friends and colleagues who are Bulgarian or Romanian. Indeed, in my office, I sit next to a British-naturalised Romanian. I have enjoyed an excellent holiday in Romania.
It was revolting to see the huge, enormous, grotesque Farage mouth open disgustingly to mouth appalling bile about Romania and Bulgaria. Quite breathtakingly disgusting, it was. We’re rich bastards and we shouldn’t let in these poor ****s. That was the message.”We’re going to open our doors to 28 million Bulgarians and Romanians” he said. Oh **** off, Farage. We’ll be lucky if we get 200,000. Why the heck will they come here when they can go to Italy or 25 other countries?
Then we had a discussion about horsemeat.
And Big Tonsils has to lower the tone by saying that we’re all eating salami with donkeys in it.
Being British is about being tolerant, being in a country permeable to all cultures and being, in many respects, at the centre of the world.
It doesn’t mean being intolerant, greedy selfish bastards, as the constant Farage barrage would seem to want to characterise us as.
But thank you, Nigel, you have finally given me fire in my belly to fight all you silly Little Englanders.
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