There's nothing British about the BNP

This morning I walked, as usual, past rows of council houses on my way to the station. There were white vans and cheerful-looking workers a plenty as the windows on a large number of houses were being replaced. As I reached the bottom of the hill I passed the hugely obese woman who can sometimes be seen 'walking' her dogs all of 200 yards to a nearby square of grass but this time, instead of the small canine companions, she was wandering next to a similarly obese and sour-faced man. As I passed them on the street, the man pointed to the workers who were busily lifting window units out of their vehicles and said, "I bet they're all fackin' Polish too". He said that like it was in insult.

These men may well have been Polish. I don't know and, quite frankly, I don't care. They were on the job at 8.15am with smiles on their faces and were clearly not working illegally, so why on earth should he care? If you're going to make assumptions then, what the hell, so shall I. I assume that a family as overweight and sour-faced as that perhaps don't have jobs and just sit on their backsides moaning about the state of the country instead. I also suspect they might want to vote BNP... if they can be bothered to vote, that is.

The other day on Twitter, Hannah M mentioned a fantastic website which aims to inform people of the increasing number of ways that there is nothing British about the BNP. I can only hope that, come election time, more people agree with us than them.