Got back yesterday evening from a few days in the UK. We’d arrived there on Sunday evening. On Monday we took Quinn to the Play Today centre in Guyhirn. Because it was a school-day the place was empty apart from the staff and us which meant I got to be Quinn’s playmate.
On Tuesday we took him to the Sea Life Centre in Hunstanton and in the evening I went to see Richard and Jane.
So a pleasant couple of days. On Wednesday, however, came my damascene moment. We went to King’s Lynn to have an eye-test and to meet Matthew for lunch. Suddenly the scales fell from my Guardian-reading lefty eyes and I realised that Nick Griffin, the Mail and the Tories had been right all along: the country has been overrun by immigrants. Everywhere I looked there were enormous tattooed Michelin men, women and children. The land I had grown up in had been swamped by an alien invasion. And thanks to a recent court judgement the poor old BNP has been forced to allow many of these balloon-like creatures to join its ranks. Thank God I was able to flee back to Italy on Thursday.
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