White Mischief Flees UK

“Isn’t it ironic...dontcha think?!” - as the Canadian chanteuse Alanis Morissette once sang, albeit with glaring inaccuracy.

So, it transpires that our favourite felonious Fascist no longer feels safe in Blighty and has decided to up sticks and move abroad... yes, move abroad to live... in Spain no less. I know... this year sure throws us some mighty curveballs eh?!

Doubtless that ‘Swizz Family Bobinson’ will eek his wretched carcass out of the effluent of hypocrisy by spinning some yarn for his stinking sewer rat followers. Possibly some drivel about being inspired by General Franco or maybe a lifetime of hankering for authentic seafood paella... or perhaps he wants to be the first one to put his towel on a sun lounger, taking pride in his one-upmanship over a German tourist?! It really is anyone’s guess.

What we do know is that it will be an entirely nonsensical ‘dog’s breakfast’ of spurious lies and half-arsed ramblings alongside foul-mouthed tirades in support of whichever Far-Right shithouse who just so happens to be flavour of the month. Then onto his violin-worthy grande finale, lamenting his sadness at how England is now unrecognisable to him, and how he cannot bear to see our descent into a ‘Cultural Marxist’ soup of hellish diversity.

I am hoping of course that the good Spanish citizens will welcome our cuddly British ‘Tommy’ with a modern day interpretation of their much maligned ‘inquisition’. Hopefully this will involve berating the scoundrel over his duplicity with a severe kick to the bollocks. Preferably repeatedly...with a rather apt pair of National Front style ‘bovver’ boots.

I think he’d appreciate that little touch of Fascistic nostalgia, don’t you?!