Shocked and Appalled

Recent earth-shattering events in Clacton, where the strutting Caudillo of the Farage Falange was elected to the House of Expenses Claimants on only his umpty-whateverth attempt, have been equalled if not surpassed by claims that the very same strutting Caudillo may have said the thing that is not. A former blue-shirt, who was unceremoniously shoved aside to make room for the Caudillo to come belching home, now says that he is owed £8500 in campaign expenses and that the Caudillo himself seems not to take seriously enough the ethical implications of shaking hands with a minion. The rejected swain has also noticed that the Falange contains an aggressive, fascistic element whose presence risks compromising the democratic civility for which Wogs Out plc is universally renowned. It has clearly been a most disillusioning experience; although since the ex-candidate has no background in the media it has penetrated a bit more promptly than British journalism's recognition of the National Johnson's disreputable side after only half a century of clues.