I have decided to come clean with my readers and followers of this blog. If you have been wondering why I seem to spend a goodly amount of my life on trains travelling the length and breadth of our green and pleasant land it is because two months ago I was appointed the National Party Treasurer of UKIP – the United Kingdom Independence Party.
I joined UKIP and became a 'Kipper' just over eight years ago. It was one of the best decisions I have made in my life. Disgusted with the way that the political classes of this once great nation had treated the average man (and woman) in the street, I decided to join the only political party that, in my opinion, spoke for the 'man on the Clapham omnibus.'
I was born in the same year as our Sovereign was crowned, 1953, and it makes you weep to think that the Queen has had to witness such decline in her country's wealth and influence. I have always considered that there is nothing wrong with the country but everything wrong with the clowns that run it. Or should I say purport to run it. Clearly most of our politicians have never run a whelk stall. Perhaps we should set up a chain of Government whelk stalls in every seaside resort from Aberystwyth to Yarmouth with no MP being allowed into Government until he or she has run it successfully for a whole year, including winter. How many would survive I wonder?
Almost two and half years after the British people voted to leave the European Union our bungling Government has still not finalised the deal, let alone sold it to the people. Some hope. For the second time in 100 years we are lions led by donkeys. A few days ago Sir Alexander Downer, a former Australian High Commissioner to London, writing in the Telegraph, said he couldn't understand why any nation would want to subjugate itself to laws made in another country. Citing the early days of the pioneers in the Australian colonies (let's remember there were more than one) who wished to make their own laws, Sir Alex's words made interesting reading. Why do our political classes want our laws made by non-English speaking and unelected bureaucrats on the other side of the English Channel? It is a question that has never been properly answered.
Thank goodness that on June 23rd 2016 over 17 million true Brits told our rulers to get stuffed. To those of you watching us from afar from Vancouver Island to Fraser Island I say this:
Do not give up on the 'Old Country' just yet. The battle to make Britain once again a bastion of free international trade is not over.
Until next time.