Week 20: Villain – Nigel Farage

by George_East on May 20, 2013

This Week’s Villain of the Week is UKIP leader Nigel Farage who showed his true colours following his somewhat less than successful visit to Scotland

villain_icon_v2A couple of months back Charlie East-West wrote a piece about how Nigel Farage was the kind of politician who, whatever  you think about his political views, you might be willing to have a drink with.   Of course, there was always the suspicion that his affable public face, pint in hand, speaking English rather than politicianese was (like Boris Johnson) an act and that beneath there was something far nastier.

Last week showed that such suspicions were fully justified.  On Thursday Nige visited Scotland and stopped for a photo-opportunity pint (surprise, surprise) at the Canon’s Gait pub on Edinburgh’s Royal Mile.   A few hundred pro-Scottish independence supporters got wind of his visit and subjected the people’s Nigel to a thorough barracking, telling him in no uncertain terms that his views were not welcome north of the border.  This appears to be borne out by the fact that, even though there is a PR system in Scotland, there are no UKIP MSPs, there are no UKIP MEP’s from Scotland and that at the last general election UKIP scored a measily 0.28% of the vote in Scotland.

The right to public protest and freedom of speech are, of course, one of this countries’ ancient freedoms that one would have expected the Nigel Farage of popular mythology (as aided and abetted by the English Tory press) to have taken all of this in relatively good humour.     Or at very least have recognised that this was a demonstration of a small group of mostly student supporters of Scottish independence and assorted lefties.   The Nigel Farage of popular mythology would have turned this to his advantage.

Instead, in two interviews, one at the airport and another with BBC Radio Scotland Farage showed his true colours.  Farage described supporters of Scottish independence as hating the English and of having a ‘fascist’ element.   But what was  most revealing of all, is that when the interviewer on BBC Radio Scotland pressed Farage on his comments, and pointed out that UKIP had little support north of the border and little relevance to the politics of Scotland, he hung up.   Farage (again like Boris Johnson) is just not used to being taken on by a journalist.  When he was, he didn’t like it up ‘im.

Alex Salmond, being the class political act that he is, was withering in his put down, saying that it ‘was a great mistake’ to take ‘someone of that mentality seriously’ and that ‘we can frankly do without UKIP, who dislike everybody and no absolutely nothing about Scotland’.

But the last word on this I think should go to Steve Byrne, folk singer, who composed a song to mark the occasion, ‘Lament on the predicament of the Member of the European Parliament for South East England’:

Noo it turned out that Polis  had phoned up the bar,

And said, “Nigel’s a coming, he fancies a jar”

They ran roond wi a hoover and gied it a dicht

But they werena tas ken whit wid follae that nicht

 

Noo Nigel cam in wi his big stripey tie

He ordered a pint wi a glint in his eye

He posed fir a photie, he didna look glum

Till oot in the street, the crowd it cried “scum”

 

So the barkeeper thocht, “Oh jings, here we go”

He said tae auld Nigel, “that the end o the show”

But he couldna get oot and he couldna bide in

Whit could Nigel dae, there wis nae place to rin!

 

So he stuck oot his hand and he tried fir a cab

The driver took one look and then he took aff

He said “Nae chance Nigel, I’ll no take yer fare

I’ve heard as the pish that you spout on the air’

So that plan abandoned, the polis decide

Anither we snifter, we’ll ging back inside

They slammed the door shut as up came the cheers

“Ye’re a bwabag, ye’re a bawbag an ye’re no welcome here!

 

By this time the telly and meeja’d arrived

Oh whit wd he dae? How wld Nigel survive

Auld Reikie’s famed polis cam up wi a plan

They’d tak him awa in the back of a van

 

Noo afore ye gign thinkin we’re racist up here,

I’d like tae correct ye, ye’re mistake I fear

We tak broon white or tartan, even fowk up fae Herne

Cos like Hamish telt us, we’er as Adam’s bairns

 

For in  Scotland we’ve aye been a civilized crew

If ye look oot fir me, I’ll look oot fir you

Dinna come to Auld Reikie, a spreadin’ yer much

Ye’ll suin find the locals will get te yae

 

Be ye English or Pole or Romanian or Jute

If ye bide here it’s yer hame, or that hae nae doot;

So think on auld Nigel and be shair ta tak note

Next year when ye ging oot an cast yer Yes vote!

 

 

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Charlie East-West May 20, 2013 at 12:28 pm

Great lyrics!

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