All in protest of the BNPs current sad effort to promote themselves on the back of, well just about anything.  It seems they’ve got the bit between their teeth, the stock photos on hard disk and the leaflets bunged into  letterboxes all around the country.  Not here, yet, more’s the pity.  The last canvasser that called to the door of this house asked my 30-something year old wife (it was a few years ago!) “Hello dear,  are your parents in?”

She informed the octogenarian gent that she was the householder and was she brushed off with a friendly pat on the hand – ” Yes deary, I’m sure you are.  I’ll call back” .  He was Tory and a bit elderly so we let him off, but if anyone calls here fron the BNP they’ll get the full Dublin accent, a discussion regarding breeding and hopefully a Billy Br*t hand puppet waved at them (as soon as I find out where you can buy them)

The BNP are about as welcome as a fart in a space suit around here.  I’m hoping it’ll stay that way.