“There are rather a lot of them,” he said, “Please!”
Christ was he right, this huge pile, “Most say something rude about the BNP,” he said as he showed me them one by one. Xnxx tv “Speech!” someone shouted. “Oh no!” I said, of course I was going to say if you do that their bollocks come off, but you know. “And?” Miss Ash added. “And if you don’t like the BNP write summat nasty like “Fuck the BNP,” across ballot paper,” I suggested. “Oh no!” I said, of course I was going to say if you do that their bollocks come off, but you know. I had me own troubles, “What about the Pakistanis?” someone asked. “Oh yes, and them.” I agreed. “Right, thanks,” I said, “For nowt!” and I stormed off out, fucking BNP for christs sake, load of morons, spiky haired thugs, I knew they met in the Flying Pig on Rosamund street so I went straight round. “What about the Muslims,” they asked. “Fucking hell Al, you’re on!” I gasped. I went round with some BNP leaflets next day, “BNP” I says knocking on the doors. “You right Johnno?” someone asked, it were Norman Biggins from the Butchers, dressed all in black like a pregnant SS officer
