There was a couple of young fellas outside my house as I opened the garden gate ahead of the morning run. Nothing sinister - well not in appearances, anyway. They were suited and booted, of sorts. They had their best Top Man whistles on, with a raincoat over the top. Suits should never be worn with raincoats. Even if it is raining.
They smiled at me. At first I thought they were here to try and flog me some utility, which is only marginally less of a rip off than the one that I am currently having to work all hours for in which to afford. But nope, instead they handed me a leaflet.
REFORM UK.
Oh.
They must have been 17, 18 max. It’s half term week, innit. At least it keeps them out of trouble, depending on what your definition of trouble is.
Bless them.
They were most polite, and even looked up for a chat. Reflecting back I should have taken the opportunity to ask them a little further about what had drawn such young innocent minds towards fascism. But I was keen to head out, pounding the mean streets of CO7 as I try and progress with my running injury.
Back at base, I had a shifty of the leaflet they presented me with:
NET ZERO IS BANKRUPTING BRITAIN.
I told you my utility bills were high.
I read a little deeper:
“Crazy net zero targets, scrap subsidies, stop the blight of wind farms.”
The blight. Yep, bless etc.
It stopped short of being in complete climate emergency denier mode. But the intention was there. And so was the piss poor bloody Estuary Wilds weather. I should have taken some time to ask them what the fuck they were doing delivering leaflets on the 50th consecutive day of shitty rain.
Wot No Climate Emergency?
This is the second time this month the nationalists have been out door bothering the good people of Weird Wiv. Earlier we had four more mature fellas bussed in from Thurrock. They stopped for a selfie outside the public toilets. It looked like they were out for a bit of cottaging.