‘Poor old Nick.’ ‘Did you see that racist fella get kicked out by the Queen?’ ‘He was holding his invitation like a Strictly Come Dancing scorecard’.
These are some fo the comments I read or heard (well, I made the last one up) after BNP leader Nick Griffin was refused entry to the Queen’s garden party at Bucks Palace for using his invitation for ‘overtly political purposes’.
Now, do not get me wrong, I am not exactly known for my love of politics. In fact I can’t stand it. Watching a packed room full of overpaid idiots baulk, scoff and make sheep noises at each other while one is trying to get their point across (usually incorrectly if it is DavCam) is merely a snapshot of modern Britain – unruly, unrestrained, rude and brash.
Anyway, back to that naughty boy Nicholas. The oogly boogly-eyed right winger (not in a 4-4-2 diamond formation sense) bore the embarrassed look of a teenager that was unable to get into a tawdry nightclub and join his spotty friends because he was wearing a roll neck or, even worse, boat shoes.
As an MEP he has every right to attend but Griffin’s penchant for opening his gob in front of a willing TV/radio reporter saw his invitation snatched from his sweaty palms.
Despite describing it as an “outrage” Griffin will have been delighted at the furore it created – miles more mileage in the story than him actually being allowed in to sup Pimms with the rest of the Queer as Folk.
Regardless of what you think of him and the BNP, and what they stand for, you cannot deny his involvement has not given politics a shot in the arm. Like that old school sometimes-racist himself, Prince Phillip, trouble seems to follow Griffin wherever he goes.
So, to squeeze further comic relief out the whole laughable ’no bigots allowed’ saga I wondered what Nick Griffin could have dreamt the acronym BNP stood for as he got to terms with his very public snub….
Barred? No Problem.
Banned Nazi People.
Bloody Nice Palace!
Bah, No Pimms.
Best Not Poo
Bent Nose Policy
Bollocks Not Polite.
