Voiceless, mindless

There’s something sick about this. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2019/05/23/2m-eu-citizens-ex-pats-overseas-could-have-denied-vote-euro/?icid&fbclid=IwAR3PfQFEcCnQ3Bx8JkIxCRYGkHqiqzkRXF76X1TvAYYPSXbn6Z0u_VUmRyk

There’s also something quite sick about this.

Brexit Party MEP Martin Daubney flails as Northern Irish interviewer discovers he can’t answer border issue

Then there’s Tice on Sky. None of these BXP types know what they’re talking about.

Aided and abetted though by this epic prick.

Maybe we should take it up with our MEP. Except he’s in France.

This is what actual campaigning looks like.

D expressed sorrow and feeling sick over the taking of 2 of 3 seats by the BXP in the north-east. I tried to bolster him but he’s right, the Lib Dems were thousands short while Labour were only 97 votes shy of a second seat – although I’m not sure how he worked that out. Overall though we got the turnout in Newcastle was much higher than any other region in the NE and the LD’s ended neck and neck with Labour and the BXP.  So were we turned out, it really made a difference. That and we’re up against weapons’ grade psyops.

Elsewhere, Bojo has promised a deal or we crash out on October 31. He’s the lead candidate to take over the Tories (no Rees-Mogg because he’s a wrecker not a leader), but is now in court for lying during the referendum. Them in Brussels must be watching utterly aghast. We all fucking are.


That and any number of them – including Coalbin! – are claiming they can get a better deal, with this no-deal suicide BS, even when Europe’s said talks are fucking closed.

Had a great and lovely chat with MR and then AR and Wayne in London, MR unbeknownst to me voted BXP but said nothing, I was tirading no doubt. AR gets the whole picture, her son is at a Danish university and has narrowly avoided having to pay 3rd country fees, while her ma is German – not a British citizen in 60 years, I said she needed to check this.

Yet when I ask AR if she’d want to put her efforts into our efforts, as she said, ‘we’ll look back in 20 years and ask ourselves, how did we not see the signs’, she declined, only to say ‘keep up the good work’. But we can’t do it all alone. We can’t do it in the face of no turnout. It’s all about turnout, and this is what demoralised D so, nobody turns up, and if they don’t, into the vacuum of apathy rides the far-right, with less than 1 in 9 of the electorate’s endorsement. Hell.

Reminded her indoors we have an invite to go to France with the others, she said it’d probably be portrayed as some kind of radicalisation training camp. Funnily enough MO said we’d be interned at some point. He’s got experience of Bosnia so knows how these things pan out.

Not least for example being on an ‘enemies of the people’ list by someone @daveyinblaydon2, duly reported for harassment, hopefully that’ll shut that down.







Friends in peril


The voter scandal has had two effects: one is the EU may intervene, is this sought?

It’s made our Euro family want to leave, all the more.

run like hell

May’s also quit – lol – but Bojo is first up, pushing to have a deal or no deal by the end of October, Hell or high. Not this fucking carousel again. Well, fuck business. How on Earth this’ll win back votes unless they’re totally convinced that there’s enough votes defected to the Brexit Party that this tactic will win them back. Really? More months of hanging around, while their appalling civil war continues?

Trump’s still coming in June though, looks like in the vacuum of leadership we’ll get Farage at the banquet. Farage is cock a snoot now, having claimed the scalps of two prime ministers.

Chink of light – Holland’s centre-left resurged in their Euro elections and have dumped 3 out of 4 far-right MEPs. Spain’s Vox party also stalled badly in the recent general election.

Curiously, it transpires the leading Brexit Party candidate for the North-east, our delegated man of the people, on a mission to end freedom of movement, lives in France, and has no connection with the NE whatsoever!

Many Brexit Party people are ex-Tories as if the Tories weren’t right enough for them, like they’re alt-Tories.

The Telegraph (no less) posits some truth about the steel industry, despite Tice’s lies, and everyone else’s that the EU is behind the death of steel with its ban on state aid. No, no state aid has been Tory policy since 1981. I don’t believe it’s karma upon Scunthorpe or any leave area for all this, maybe some of the die-hards, the arrogant wankers who still blindly, blithely believe the bullshit, in the name of their own prejudices. Any jubilant Brexit Party voter now, really, to vote in someone like the above, so blindly,


Just to end on the weirdest note, George Galloway has been reputedly photographed with Steve Bannon in an embrace shared upon hearing of May’s resignation.

But i’ve seen similar from behind shots of Farage with Bojo in a boutique London restaurant, and a summer party of Murdoch, Farage, Neil and Sands. It’s a bit … north Korean.

On that, just as we need ‘strong and stable’ more than ever, the Tories send in The Clown.

An unelected clown at that. ‘Set for new PM’ – because her bastard MPs won’t back her … their sovereignty of Parliament is fine when they do it. Arseholes. I hate May, yet I hate them more.


I’m in London seeking places to live to go with my new hard work, on top of the Nazis at the door, leaving behind the NE with such good friends now and in such peril I guess.

It was said, with Matt, that as soon as we open our mouths, our glasses, et al, to look at us, we’re not local, we don’t connect. The NE is a very tribal place and in the face of forces like this, we’re washed away.

I recall when I first ever came up here in 2006, I saw the book, ‘Swan Hunter – the pride and the tears’, and didn’t really read it, its significance I inferred but didn’t fully imbibe. Thirteen years later I’m rowing with people up here not to believe NF, who is ‘me’ in another form, I’m throwing facts, yet he throws nothing but feelings. My feelings are rooted to this region I’ve come to, and have been adopted by, but he taps into feelings I don’t and that override my rationalism – despite my feelings about him (based on fact). i feel guilt for not connecting as I could have, sooner.

But I have. I can deride myself for something that in fact I did do, albeit now I look back and think ‘yes but what should you have done, and sooner, and what more could you have done had you cared more?’

As a UKIPper asked me. Guilt?

Or we are now fortified by knowing what we’re losing and we’re fighting to stop that. Interestingly, Leavers are feelings based, yet the awakening of the post–ref Remain movement is as much that, as well as rationalism. Our feelings were ephemeral for most and less tangentle in benefit.

The overarching sovereignty of the UK govt has meant that the presence of teh EU on the street per se has been minimal – but by that the UK govt has managed to blame the EU for much of the UK’s self-inflicted ills.

Do you feel safe here? Y/N. Is it because of localised, or nationalised forces that you think you can best resist here, or elsewhere? Can you leave relatively easily Y/N? (WIP)

Election day

South Gosforth, Durham and Jesmond, all of it with a very astute student, Matt, who came along for the rides, and a mix of people I know and those I don’t.

The very early morning I did a pre-dawn run and some very last minute stickering, spreading the love. I’d thought with warmer weather we’d have raised tempers, but none of it, and the mood was pretty upbeat all day. Had a lovely interval of tea and biscuits at D’s massive house – oh the envy – before hammering to Durham where there were students all over, but distracted by exams. Then we open the box of thousands of new leaflets and fuck – they’re only printed on one side. I wanted to bin the lot, … but we persevered, about 2 or 3 hours of ‘get out the vote! Vote sir! You’ve got til 10pm to vote Lib Dem!’ and so on.

Were the students going for it? Going into the SU, no, of course not, they had exams, and can’t take in flyers anyway, and coming out they want to chill and get smashed. We had a good number saying they’d voted, or going, ‘ahh! Is that today?! Yes I will,’ so if that led to a vote we made a difference, but it’s hard to tell.

“Are you voting in the European election sir?”

He shook his head and in a dismissive, reproachful tone said, “I voted in the last one”.

“But this is your vote!”


Then I twigged, by the ‘last one’ he meant the 2016 referendum, not the 2014 European parliamentary election. Lazy pig-ignorant fuckwit. And when you look at how many were denied the vote, this pompous fat-headed arsehole stomping about.

Some other old chap, “I voted out!”, so I said to his wife, “are you voting today?” to which she said nothing but pointed at her husband. “You can think for yourself, you know.”

Then back up to Jesmond for a last hurrah, flags flying outside the station, we were next to the motorway and I’d say two positive beeps and thumbs up for every ‘fuck the EU!”‘ I don’t care. I took every response as a good one, ‘yay!’

The stress came from multiple reports through the day, on Twitter and Facebook and ultimately hoovered up by the media (BBC, Telegraph as well). about voters – European citz – being denied the vote. Messages from John, Nicky, Da on her FB all making for a background of agitation. about Reasons extended from Europeans not knowing they’d need have done the UC1 form at all, but mostly that they’d not been able to have it processed in time due to the last-minute set up of the elections and a combination of councils’ ineptitude and tardiness – deliberate in many cases – and worst on the day with citizens turned away for being erroneously / malevolently scrubbed from lists, instead they had to scrabble around phoning this and that, ultimately often to no avail. Fucking disgrace.



Vote tautology!


Conspiracy bullshit.

Sides of town

Random61282467_2020028614972372_6514681436241395712_nfuck offnobs More shades of the Toon. Leafleting in Bl, where I’d done anti-Farage leaflets the other day (pretty much universally panned), and pro-EU ones today (D’s design – what a star!). I bought some spachulas in the Pound shop for me and the other troops later (9 for about £3 – cool), and saw a UKIP stall, which first made me baulk, then I thought at least I know where they are while I do the terraces again. Spachula of democracy in hand productivity shot up, no scraped knuckles or trapped fingers and the leaflets don’t get mashed up, at least a quarter faster and better all round. The tiny little bloody things …

This chap pulled up in a car, ‘you delivering the leaflets?’, I said yes, ‘did you see we had a Brexit Party leaflet in our window?’ I said no, anticipating a discussion if not a row, ‘ah, because we found the Brexit Party trifold wraps very well around a toilet roll and that’s what we’ve got in the window to show our feelings on them.’ Ah great, we thanked one another, shook hands and off he drove. I think now I probably had this harried look, and I was in a bit of a ‘fuck these people’ mood following seeing the UKIPs. It’s really pretty in parts though, the terraces are impressive, the yarded ones at the top very cosy, there’s a football pitch at the top of the hill, banked all around with wild flowers and bushes and a view of the valley, where the kids must play out til late with the summer dusks, then there’s a Victorian park in a dene at the bottom and a long row of very handsome houses. A whole other side to the town.

And yeah, Gateshead hates Nigel too :).

Nigel getting all shaken up, did that pierce his aura of invincibility, considering also how badly he took it, when Prescott punched back, Miliband just laughed it off, Nigel went all pompous and blame the hired hands about it. I wonder if it’s not dented his credibility just by staining his aura, and making him not only human, but weak, and shown to be hated, and framed in that style with Robinson and Benjamin who are real thugs. Teh latter I saw a vid of being milkshaked and even having horseshit dropped at his feet. People can be relentlessly frank.

‘They’re not laughing now!’ – but we are.

If this costs him a fraction of a percent of a vote. If the Tories cypher back some gullible fools with May’s new offer (something or not about a second referendum), if UKIP still manage to steal back a few votes, appalling though they be … along with other revelations about Nigel in recent days, to which he’s responded by banning Channel 4 news for one, is this chipping away? We’ll have to see. The travesty of our democracy with the frustrated votes of Brits abroad, the postal voting scamming, the denial of votes to Europeans here because of the lateness of it all (at the very least). But we feel a little more buoyed, as that the Lib Dems in London have also taken the lead.

Then an evening leafleting in Gs with a few others, we were like tourists among the leafy streets and large villas. Nigel is not about reality, he’s the ‘hope’ that others project onto him, the hope sourced from anger he’s done amazingly well to seize upon, hope twisted into hate, whereas Obama was hope the empty canvas (though he delivered medical cover). What a conversion that NF and Trump have managed, but then with an empty canvas that’s the point, you paint what comes to mind then tell them that’s what they wanted. Like the Jar as Stewart Lee wrote about.

One woman came out and said ‘keep it up!’ which is always gratifying.

D said if not for family and job he’d be down with Steve opposite the HoC. I know what he means.

Most pro-Brexit Tweets are from bots.


… allow a lol

Nigel came to Newcastle, unannounced, to the Monument surprisingly for it is the most prominent landmark – but in the middle of a working day, with his entourage of goons, press tipped off but no-one else, and for less than an hour, he just wanted a backdrop to follow on from Exeter, then he’d go on to Wakefield and Bolton (the last two being really quite committedly ‘leave’ in portrayal and location. NF started in Bolton last September, and Wakefield stuck out for me from BBCQT. Yep, a picture shot, then disappear before the protesters turn up. Which didn’t go to plan:


This is what you get for being far-right arseholes, chaps, and considering how your side did one on Jo Cox, threatened to ‘pick up my rifle’, threatened with ‘jokes’ of rape, and so on, and so forth, and lots more … I’m not sure you’ve got much to complain about.


For sure Nigel and Tommeh are working hand-in-glove, Nigel slags off Oldham from afar, then Tommeh goes in on the ground with the locals all stirred up.

Jamie’s visit to Liverpool didn’t go so well, though hahaha.

Leafleting this morning: old lady a few doors down is angry that no-one, MEP, MP, councillors ever come round (true) says her son in law is a millionaire, does deals with China and Japan all the time, voted out because of all the work he cant’ get due to the EU (eh?) … she also doesn’t like immigrants having taken all the housing having worked in housing for 10 years she knows it’s bent (eh??) and the borders are open (FFS) … she’s grammar school educated, university educated people are dangerous … she’d vote Green in the EU elections but she’s not registered to vote having moved in a year ago … but wants a deal still (interesting) and fairly blames the Tories & Labour for the carnage, not May (yes and no) but thinks the French and Germans have it in for us and they’r all corrupt but refused to prove it. 😦 She came back to the immigrants and I said sod it and left. TBH my facial leakage when she mentioned the Daily Mail derailed everything anyway. Wasted 20 minutes. But I didn’t go for her over immigration. I must.
Then I met the postie who offered to help deliver some leaflets, he said the postmen have a conscience clause that means they don’t have to post much from teh BNP etc if they’d don’t want. 🙂
Compare with leafleting this evening in Heaton:
What a turnout, and some interesting chats, we call agreed the far-right backing of Bannon et al has truly turned this scarey. But scared of what when this is what they’re truly like, lawless flakey bastards? When will these fuckers be held to account in our country?
Funnily enough a fair few people thought it was me. I was as said above bogged down arguing the toss with that ratbag, but was lightly touched to be thought it was me. It wasn’t, it was a good lad from just over the river, who I hope is bought lots of pints and milkshakes. Salty caramel banana ones at that.


We’ve been told the BXP candidates did not show up to hustings in Cardiff, Leeds, Harrogate, as well as in Newcastle.

Now we’re coming to the reality of the postal vote surge, that postal vote turnout – key to victory – is higher because of relative effortlessness, fire-and-forget. But how the Hell did Brexit Party leaflets get into the postal-vote send outs? How has that been corrupted?

Building on the fact that we strongly suspect millions of EU citizens here are disenfranchised by the lateness, apathy, incompetence, and deliberately inertia of electoral offices and councils to process applications to vote for MEPs in the UK, we also have the fact that many Brits abroad are being denied the ability to vote by post.

Even subtle things like the BXP logo pointing to the tickbox … or even the BBC story that highlights the BXP on the ballot …

We know now that Farage was lavishly provided by Aaron Banks, post referendum, and is now under investigation by the EU for not declaring income.

And here he is, creeping around the country in what must be a private jet, dropping in on areas as a backdrop.

A Brexit Party candidate can carp about loss of soverignty (lie) and freedom (yes, ours by losing freedom of movement) and democracy (ours – see above plus every lie on loop from 2015) – but ‘guess’ we could be poor for 30 years.  Who voted for that?

Out leafleting yesterday and Ch was telling me about the racist grandma she was accosted by at Saturday’s vigil, that Ch has been here 30 years, has children, grandchildren, nope ‘we voted for you to get out’.

Good news, Carl Benjamin has been milkshaked four times now. Jamie Goddard got chased up a tree in Liverpool. Tommy Robinson went to Oldham and got a hot reception from the MDL among others – Oldham being where Nigel slagged off just days before in the US as a racially divided town. Nige stokes the fire, Tommy comes in with the boots to get the reaction.

This is not fun.


And why do I doubt this?


Four gigs in three days

The last three days have been busy and lots of contrasts, Thursday Friday and Saturday.

As an overview: Thursday I was leafletting up and down the heavily sloped terraced streets of the town nearby, on what was a wonderful day, all the trees heaving with leaves and blossom in the sunshine. Such steep streets, great for calve-building. Did the kids of yore hammer down these roads in carties into the river? Once upon a time the roads extended all the way to the railway, before someone in the 70s said ‘let’s build a dual carriageway through it’ and smashed it all down.

From this most basic of foot-soldiering, to Friday was all day indoors at Newcastle University with over a score of academics laying down their updates on research on the impacts of Brexit. It’s an assortment and of great interest all in.

From this urbane academic atmosphere just a few yards away on campus our lot were hosting the European election hustings for MEPs for the north-east. We had to have hired security on the door in case yellow-vests came, one of the candidates at least already being threatened, but it was a calm enough affair, candidates from Labour, Green, Change, UKIP, Conservative, Lib Dems all came and 100+ in the audience, everyone engaging. Very notable by their absence and contempt for democracy was the Brexit Party candidate. Finally, today, back on the ground, vigiling in Toon – with the Brexit Party lot just down the road with a pissing gazebo (it was pissing down). Where were they the day before? One came over and was nice and polite, as people they always are, and said they’d been told about the hustings but preferred to save their energies for the stall today. What the Hell? How much energy will they have for actually doing the job of MEP?

At the vigil, in the drizzle, people were mostly pretty positive. One chap nearly got in a fight with David, calling him a fascist, but as I hovered over and filmed things he calmed down a bit and moved off. I had two aliens come over, in hoodies and sunglasses (when it’s pissing down?) with the ‘I voted remain but you lot are undemocratic’ spiel and then circular arguments in which they shrug about lies, shrug about fraud, claim they know people in Devon who are all absolutely furious with the EU – but couldn’t say why – and the lead talker was very against the forthcoming election and indeed ever having had an referendum in the first place (which I spun back as ‘you have a problem with democracy, and want to live in a mafia state’). They didt’ care about the BXP not turning up, didn’t care about Lilley Lawson et al being unelected pushers for Leave. I have to say I’ve had very similarly weird, circular bullshit discussions with very similar people now in Toon, Morpeth, Ponteland. Like they’re a type, or are deliberately dispatched … one of the BXP helpers didn’t know what Euratom is, so we encouraged people to go ask them that. Some chap told me to shove it up my arse, I said well I know where you can stick your Brexit, ‘What?’ he says. Dish but can’t take. Another had a go about it all being lies, ‘I’m sick of hearing your shite’, to which David said ‘but we have to listen to your shite?’. And there we all are in our caldera of hearts … trying to sell the EU to people. Yet we gave out 100s of flyers and stickers (mashed up) and got a few nice comments. Quite a few said they’d already voted.

I didn’t get a pic but there was a stag party with a chap dressed like Jimmy Saville who shouted ‘Jimmy for Brexit!’ which I then shouted, thanking him for the inspiration of course. There were also intrepid others leafletting in Durham, and a stall in Hexham. We are relentless. We don’t have to pay to post shit-stained lies through people’s doors, we have the footsoldiers and the integrity to talk to people on the ground ourselves.

Friday’s academic conference

Dawn and I went to the Newcastle uni academic conference on Brexit on Friday, it was very interesting, lots of work in progress. Works and studies that have begun in the three years since Brexit, and are still in progress. Because that’s how long research fucking takes, please note, politicians in and seeking power. But hey, fuck experts.

I met the very amusing Prof Zito, who gave various thanks at the beginning to organising groups that he noted involved himself, ‘this is the most enjoyable part I have to say’,

There were over 20 papers being presented in updates, works in progress, covering everything from agriculture to the sense of belonging, what could be more ephemeral, to the threats to security, both cyber, and in NI.

She who led on the first paper chatted with me in the break, I talked about what our campaign group does, she wondered if we’re a middle-class / NHS-type bubble. I could see what she means, there is that, it’s not our fault as such, it’s no-one’s fault, it’s simply how things have come to be, aided and abetted if you like by social media across which we spend so much time and act as an echo-chamber. But say, D and I are speccy wearing southerners, we’re not local and we don’t have the mindset or the daily concerns per se of many around here who in the heat of an exchange quickly take us at face value – in fact the counter is true too, some people I think ‘there’s’ no point engaging with you’. And they might be the ones most needing to be talked with, not at, with. And the mindset, the culture, the tribalism, is critical too because of the slurs against us that we’re London-ist liberal metropolitan elite, and by that by coming off the backfoot we’re on the defensive, and so are they because they’re convinced we think they’re wrong and stupid. If yo’ure dealing with feelings, tempers are going to flare quickly, and if you’re in effect appearing as an elitist outsider – before you’ve even done anything, that’s only going to make it shit.

And of course they have a point, a real point, if you’re ignored and sidelined all these years, then the one time you get a vote you find that’s ignored too, and it is as if you’re told you got it wrong, yeah you’d be pissed off, by these London elites talkign down as they always do, from London, far, far away, all these tropes have basis, but they’re being hijacked to the hilt by hatemongering bastards, the worst of all these elites, whose attention to others’ views is solely by way of poisoning their minds and leading them to fight and assault those on the ground actually seeking to know what they think, as seen in Wallsend, as said before.

By parallel: the missus and I were surprised by the impact Obama had when he said the UK would ‘be at the back of the queue’ for any trade deal, not least as the UK by then would be a single entity and not a bloc with which the US is now more familiar in dealing. Nothing special about the relationship would apply, but this warning from them who are still friends was taken to be meddling by a foreign elitist. Obama, he of humble origins, the black guy, elite? Certainly. And yet Pompey has affirmed that warning, and what else would be the case in dealing a staunch ‘America First’ US under Trump – who came to power the same year, and by much of the same duplicitous means, as the Brexit referendum was won. We’re being further divided and divested even from our allies.

(there are more notes to add later … for now I’ll publish this as is). 

One academic reported that the worst-case scenario for No Deal’s impact on the locale, a deep recession, the uplands cleared, ‘rewilding’ was a somewhat chilling term used, was presented to Northumberland county council in the first instance but they dismissed it as too awful, but then last September they revisited it as ‘likely’.

It ended with a wonderfully enthusiastic lecturer in law from Ireland, talking about the GFA, the Belfast Agreement and Brexit, with this brilliant swooping style of delivery. Even after nearly 8 hours in a lecture hall he woke us all up. He made the fascinating point about the difference between the UK and NI constitutions, that the UK doesn’t really have one per se but for what it does, NI’s is not entirely of it, at all, it is in some parts and there is much close alignment, but essentially NI is and has always been far ‘devolved’ from Westminster since 1922 – not even devolved, but apart from and evolved differently, far more than that of Scotland, say, and the 1998 Belfast Agreement has that key element to it, that NI can seek to secede. It doesn’t need ‘permission’ like Scotland would for another referendum, the plebiscite is there for it to apply. And well it fucking might.

He further argued that the issue of the border in Ireland was not something conjured up by Ireland or the EU to spanner things, it’d been integral to negotiations between the UK and EU since the outset much at the behest and with good faith invested by the UK, and which the EU reciprocated. That it’s become so vast a sticking point and that there are those seeking to pretend it doesn’t matter or if it does it’s someone else’s problem or fault – when, y’know, war is potentially at stake, people’s lives, really shows the venality and duplicity of the hardcore Brexiters (see RCP, ERG, BXP, LML).

I then said come on over to the Curtis auditorium to see how all these urbane, deeply researched and insightful studies at this high-flying level were reflected or not by the politicians pushing or blocking Brexit, says I, literally boots on the ground, fists nearly flying … various circles of Hell, really, starting on the steep terraced slopes.

The terraces, the disaffected working classes, ignored, abused, left behind. The football supporters who began to turn – and were turned – against the outsiders by the elites led by Blair … NF he knows which buttons to press, what he says is not without some basis, but it’s the ends to which he directs it all, and the lies he the elitist deploys to fan the flames, pour petrol on the fire of those whose frustrations were ignored if not stoked all these years. Where the Labour vote bled towards BNP, then UKIP, then BXP, as Yv found out today, a Labour supporter telling her they’d ditched Labour to vote BXP. Well someone has to have done it if the polls are really anything to be believed. God help us if they are.

Anyway, I invited the academics to the hustings, saying it might not be as convivial as here, *chortle* over to the Curtis lecture room, The hustings were great, another heroic feat of organisation and presentation by NE4EU et al and the Newc Uni SU.

Much of the debate was dominated by fears about climate change and what the candidates proposed to do about it.

Richard Elvin of UKIP couldn’t answer convincingly at all on the question of the NI border. ‘Answer the question!’ he was repeatedly asked. For all the party now represents, not Brexit per se but people like fucking Carl Benjamin for God’s sake, we did acknowledge that it was good of him to come face what he’d know would be an audience of opposition, shall we say. Duncan Crute of the Conservatives – who you just had to look at to say, ‘yeah, Tory’, came across as someone I’m thinking, ‘you’re not entirely unreasonable, you know, kind of a Dominic Grieve character’, but a lot bulkier. Paul Brennan talked a good game, and alot about developing forestry products with Scandinavia.

The Change UK candidate was very convincing and engaging, we rued she wasn’t the single Lib Dem, while the Lib Dem too was very good. Just … be one. The Green party was good if not a little preachy, maybe it goes with the turf though. That touch of veganist zealotry.

All bar one of the candidates rued to varying degrees the paucity of the plan to end Freedom of Movement, but only warned of the danger of further inciting the far-right to hate and ‘we voted for you to leave’, and talked of the Europeans much in terms of the value they bring as workers, but not so much as actual people, the mothers, daughters, colleagues, neighbours and friends. I wanted to make that point but didn’t, although when Brennan said the prejudice was something to come I did say aloud ‘it’s already a problem, a big problem’. So though the voice of the 3 million remains quietened, as ChM said at the outset to the question of how people voted in 2016, ‘we had no vote at all’.

Of course there was a lot of talk about how they’d deal with Brexit, or not. Labour is still caught on the horns of the dilemma, as are its supporters in the NE, that a good hardworking pro-EU MEP of the party with the best chance of winning up here is of a party that votes for are taken to be pro-Brexit. Fucking hell.

And you know which bastard was not in the room to answer any of this, to answer this fucking clusterfuck their repulsive boss Farage had done so much to bring about? The Brexit Party. Cowards, contemptuous cowards. The absense of the BXP – boy, the utter fucking contempt they have for democracy, they have no policies and they have no people come prepared to defend them, there is literally nothing there, an empty seat, this paper party of people parachuted around by the plutocrats in London, the real elite.

The organisers reconvened in the pub, Crute came too, and he held forth that on the doorsteps, ‘they knew what they were voting for, it was about immigration.’ Interesting bloke.