Eggs at the Ready

Unless you’ve been locked in a cupboard for the last week (apologies to those who actually are locked in cupboards, but kudos for maintaining an internet connection) you will have heard the news that the BNP have managed to actually get one of their people voted into something. The circumstances are somewhat convenient, it has to be said, in that most people couldn’t be bothered to vote for anyone, in light of the recent discovery that MPs have been stealing our money, and so the few BNP supporters out there seized the opportunity of our collective lethargy and voted in not one but two of their representatives.

So BNP leader, and one of the elected individuals concerned, Nick Griffin tried to talk to some people of the press in London yesterday and got driven off the streets by a group of people with opposing views, who waved banners, chanted slogans and threw eggs at him. Strange that the humble egg has become a universal weapon in such circumstances but I suppose it is entirely built for the job, being strong enough to throw yet fragile enough to break on impact. Incidentally, is this actually egg emerging from Mr Griffin’s right ear?


I digress. The point is, he’s giving it another go tonight in Manchester, presumably in the hope that those who oppose the BNP’s policies are a bit more subdued up north. The pub they’re holding the conference in has already been mentioned on the web. I suspect he’ll be thankful if he gets just eggs.