So I had the misfortune to be drinking in a farage pub last night (the speaker, in Westminster).
There was a group of suited proudy boy ukip types there getting very excited and clearly having full bladders as they kept on going to the loos together with an alarming frequency. I can only imagine IBS causes dribbly noses too.
Farage rocked up with a bodyguard and the builders who were also drinking in the pub suddenly became more obviously right wing faces you see on antifascist websites.
The pub generally ignored him / them but there was the occasional phone youtube rendition of Kelis’s song Milkshake.
What was more fun was the chief sycophant – one of the bathroom regulars – who would go up to the bar and throw £60 at the staff and demand 8 gin and tonics. Whilst they were being poured, he’d down three quarters of the first one and then top it up with bits from the remaining 7 drinks and then hand them out to unsuspecting colleagues. Fascism clearly doesn’t pay.