A collective sigh of relief swept like a zephyr through the house of commons last week, after BNP MEP Nick Griffin battled his way through a torrid 'Question Time' programme that second by sordid second eased the tide of anger and indignation that has cursed our embattled MPs for the last few months.
Lance Myboil, Tory candidate for Upper Echelons in Wiltshire was more than a little relieved to have toad-like Griffin take the flak, and divert the attention from his barely legal shenanigans in the mortgage relief expenses arena. "Shit!" breathed Myboil into his Gin and tonic. "I thought the game was up, then. I thought I would have to give up my hedonistic lifestyle funded by sad Johnny taxpayer, until Nick came along with his unpalatable manifestos, and took the limelight away from my perfectly reasonable claims. I mean to say, 1500 quid for a night of relaxation with a Bangkok ladyboy is only to be expected. Don't people understand the pressure we are under?"
Bert Arkwright, Labour, Bowton and Darrun, was equally relieved to have tubby Griffin take the flak. "I just spent a bloody fortune on a new fettling shed for my whippets. If it weren't for yon BNP bloke, folk would have been baying for my money, if not my blood. Now I'm yesterday's chip paper, and Griffin's public enemy number one. Thank Christ for that. Now the pressure's off, us MPs can get back to our normal lucrative thieving.
The general consensus of opinion is that Nick Griffin couldn't have made a prat of himself at a better time. Well done that man.
