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White Lines (Football & Cocaine) #1

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way... Oh what fun it is to see Chelsea win away... 

In the beginning they were simple days. Hop on an inter city train early am, stock up on beers from the blessed buffet (have I mentioned their toast before?), sit back in a compartment or stretch out across 8 seats to talk through prospects for the game, prospects for the season, prospects for the night out in town after the game and what excuse we could make to get out of our Sunday League fixture tomorrow.  

We weren't the Wrecking Crew, Old Town Tooled up Mob, Bunch of Nutters, Beachy Headcases, South Coast Psycho Gang, The Crumbles Rumble Squad or even The Sussex Naughty Boys! We were simply loyal supporters on our way to see our team (albeit in 'enemy territory'). 

Truth be told thought, we were just out for a pie, a pint & hopefully 3 points! And remarkably we carried on like this for a few years, a little rowdy now and then (especially the time we headed up to Old Trafford under the guise of Jaap Stamm's Transit Van Gang) but we never threw a punch or copped a hiding. 

Not even the time a Man City crew attached themselves to our party and offered to show us round Manchester... that was a close call! 

However, it all went smoothly until Mr White joined our happily little band of travellers.

He started turning up to the bigger games (notably a Cup Semi-final at Villa Park). He'd loiter at the back of the Executive mini-bus, hang around in Inter-City toilets and leave powder traces in the stadium bogs. After these trips, the chaps started to get a little more intense, a little lary (if you will), a little more wankerish. Small schisms would appear. 

The cost of a match day was getting steep... Ticket, Tube, Train, Beers, Food, Charlie, Taxi's to & from the ground, more food, more beers, more Charlie... Looking at the wrong end of £500 just to go and watch a 1-1 draw at Middlesborough! 

And then things got a little tastier - We started going to Europe! 

Tbc...

The day democracy died

Martin Webster (NF) and young friend...

Here they come, walking down the street, getting the funniest looks from everyone they meet. Hey! Hey! They're the Fascists!

Between writing the article below and publishing it... the following has occurred.

France votes for a Nazi Party ☀︎ The American Supreme Court votes for Presidential Dictatorship ☀︎ The festering presence of Faragist Fascists looms large ☀︎ The European Project virtually concedes defeat ☀︎ Democracy sidelined...

Like many others; Be they political pundits, commentators, vloggers, bloggers, YouTubers, the man on the street or the woman in the board room, I have fallen into the trap – The Farage Trap.

I have dismissed Nigel Farage as a rather grubby little racist, a part-time Hitler, a Poundland Powell or even re-imagined him as a 21^st Century Sir Roderick Spode! And, in my defence, it was fine to do so whilst he continued to merely snipe from the sidelines like the bullies little buddy that he so often seemed to be (the Richard Hammond of Politics, in fact). 

However, the time for the piss-taking and milkshake throwing should stop (no matter how amusing it might have been at the beginning). He is a very dangerous individual and his quasi-patriotic schtick is a neat distraction from the very sinister ideas he leaks into mainstream political discourse (Southern Water must marvel at his ability to seamlessly pollute the water with his bigotry suffused effluent and yet there is barely a condemning word from the ghouls of Fleet Street - in fact a couple of the TV groupies seem to be getting a tad moist at his ability to 'command an audience').

He is not a character, nor is he a jovial little Englander. Neither is he really “speaking out for true Britons” or speaking for the outsiders. He is a public school educated, banker, who cheats at Golf (as numerous witnesses at West Kent Golf Club will attest), had a long-standing affair with a political aide (according to Daily Mail) and his murky flirtation with the National Front in his youth still lurks in the unwritten truth of his life story. 

Stop the NF - Nigel Faragists!

Anyway. This isn’t about name-calling. Those days are gone. This is about fighting for the future. We must not allow them a foothold. Current polling predicts that Reform UK will win possibly 7 seats. We have a clear example from the past where we can see the impact of tiny parties on the edges of the conversation growing rapidly to take overall control.

Year	Total votes	Vote %	Seats %	Seats Won	House Total
1928	810,127	2.63%	2.44%	12	491
1930	6,379,672	18.25%	18.54%	107	577
1932	13,745,680	37.27%	37.83%	230	608
1932	11,737,021	33.09%	33.56%	196	584
1933	17,277,180	43.91%	44.51%	288	647
1933	39,655,224	92.11%	100.00%	661	661
1936	44,462,458	98.80%	100.00%	741	741
1938	44,451,092	99.08%	100.00%	813	813

So, we do not have an option. We must confront this threat at every turn. Through the power of our imagination, the force of our arguments and our commitment to building a brighter, better, more inclusive and vibrant country. We must not let the Faragists take a single step more towards power.