Thank You For a Lot of Fun, Sir

Unelected bureaucrats have conspired to sabotage the mayoral aspirations of Laurence Fox, the Dear Leader of the other far-right party whose name starts with Re- and ought to end in an exclamation mark. Fox was unable to corral enough dupes into nominating him, mustered at least three who laboured under the minor electoral handicap of non-existence, failed to complete the necessary forms properly, submitted them too near the deadline for the errors to be rectified, and was subsequently denied his democratic British birthright of saving London from the woke migrant hordes; although his more fundamental British birthright of making a fool of himself remains self-evidently intact. Fox had a squeal on social media about "political corruption" before deleting the squeal, though whether as a result of legal advice or lack of moral fibre your correspondent would not dare presume to speculate. He now has a cunning plan to appeal against the decision, throwing his oppressors off guard by utilising a non-existent process.