And so, with Brexit postponed until at least (appropriately) Halloween, and with the UK now probably having to take part in the imminent EU elections, it’s time, of course, for everyone’s favourite opportunist oily toe-rag Nigel Farage to step back into the spotlight.

Did I say “back into”? My mistake. For he’s never really gone away, has he? What with him appearing on innumerous occasions in the mass media, calling out the elite, or his LBC radio show, which all non-elitists have.

Poor old “skint” Farage, with his €100,000 MEP salary, and his (declared/up to) €790,000 per annum broadcasting salary.

Grrrr! Bloody elite!!

But Nigel’s not back as the pint-swilling, fag-smoking man of the people we all know and love. Oh no.

For now Nigel has a new persona. No longer will he be a UKIP candidate, for UKIP aren’t quite Brexit-y enough for our Nigel. So, if you’ve ever voted UKIP and also voted to Leave, you should now realise that allegiance to the party is, according to their former leader, misguided.

No, Nigel’s back, railing against the “undemocratic” EU parliament by founding a brand new party, The Brexit Party. Those ad-men really earned their corn thinking up that one.

By the way, that’s the same EU parliament that he was (democratically) voted into, and for which he now intends to stand again, hoping he can be (democratically) elected again, and therefore trouser another few years salary whilst blithely refusing to actually turn up.

Farage knows about democracy, of course. He’s stood for the UK Parliament seven times. And lost every time. In 2010, he was beaten by this radical politician:


MEP Farage could, of course, just step away from the media glare right now and still trouser his £73,000 pa pension. But that’s not enough for him.

No. Here he comes, with his “call to arms” rhetoric: “If they don’t deliver this Brexit… I will be forced to don khaki, pick up a rifle and head to the front lines” he was recorded saying this week.

Dog-whistle ahoy!

He’s got form in this area, has our Nige. Remember when he said this, on the night of the referendum, but before the result had been announced:

Two things:

  1. “…we’ve fought against lies, corruption….”

I’ll just leave this here:

brexit bus

and this:


and this:


2. “…we have done it, without a single bullet having been fired…”

Well, there was at least one bullet that was fired, wasn’t there? Actually, there were three:


*Sighs* Anyway.

Who have The Brexit Party unveiled as their first candidate? None other than sister of Jacob Rees Mogg, and already probably quite pissed off about being referred to as such, Annunziata.

Because nothing says anti-elitist more than someone called Annunziata Rees Mogg.

She seems just perfect, right? We all had a friend at school called Annunziata, didn’t we?

It’s such a normal, trip of your tongue kind of name, I felt compelled to look up its meaning.

Wikipedia tells us that it’s “…the Italian word for (feminine) Annunciation” – wait a minute, isn’t Italy part of the EU…? –  whilst the Urban Dictionary simply says: “one pimp motherfucker.”



Step forward the now legendary folk from Led by Donkeys (@bydonkeys on Twitter) a former fly-posting guerilla outfit, now legitimately crowd-funded, who, not satisfied with putting up posters pointing out the hypocrisy/idiocy of certain Brexiteers, or with trolling Farage’s March to Brexit…:

…have now moved on to bigger, brighter, even more brilliant things by projecting this message to mainland Europe onto the oh-so-patriotic white cliffs of Dover:

..and then repeated the trick by projecting this onto the European Parliament Liaison Office:

You’d think someone as media-savvy as Farage, in advance of announcing the name and manifesto of his lovely new bright and shiny party, would have done the basics, like, ohh…I don’t know…registering the obvious website name for his party.


Click this: https://thebrexitparty.com/

Just brilliant.

What would be really funny right now would be for me to post a song by a much derided right-wing leaning artiste, something with a title which sums up that last point.

Someone like this:


Phil Collins – I Missed Again

Hmmm. I don’t think I can end things there.

Here’s something equally appropriate:


Public Enemy – Don’t Believe the Hype

That’s better.

The final word, then, to this person from the #PeoplesVote march the other week:

Less Farage (2)


More soon.


Be Llŷrious

I mentioned in passing a while ago that Hel and Sian has compiled a playlist of tunes for the reception (not a wake) after Llŷr’s memorial service. Hel asked me for some suggestions, and I ended up sending her about thirty.

Add to that, this: when I went to visit Llŷr last year, I loaded up an iPod mini with a stack of songs which reminded me of when we lived together, and I hoped he would remember too. I figured that, knowing him, laying in a hospital bed (at the time) he would be going stir crazy with nothing to listen to, so I presented him with it as we left, explaining what was on it and why.

Beacuse of his condition, his speech capabilities were extremely restricted, but as I gave it to him he gripped my arm and looked me in the eye. A look that said: This had better not just be all Quo.

It wasn’t, and as a result, I have an absolute shitload of songs which I associate with Llŷr, which I’d like to share in his memory.

So, a new series. And if you’re bored of me talking about my recently passed best friend, whenever you see this title you can skip past it, you unfeeling ghoul.

For the rest of you, listen up. Everyone should be more Llŷrious and just admit to liking songs because you like them. No strings, no agendas, no cares if everyone else thinks it’s utter dogshit.

To start off with, one which many of you will think is exactly that. As we first started hanging out together, and before we knew each other well enough to just say: “I like this”, he felt the need to justify liking by saying that Patrick Bateman liked it in American Psycho, and if it was good enough for him, then it was good enough for Llŷr.

I didn’t buy this excuse then and I don’t buy it now; subsequent conversations proved to me that he liked it despite it being by Phil Collins, rather than because of it, and that’s absolutely fine by me:


Phil Collins – Sussudio

More soon. Oh yes. Much. More. Soon.