After last night, my deep-seated loathing for Nigel Farage is confirmed. How that pestilent, repulsive little xenophobe can have the audacity to come before the nation and tell lie after lie, barely disguising his hatred for those he sees as foreign, is beyond me. Unfortunately, though, we didn’t get the knock out blow I was hoping for: Farage managed to walk away from the argument unscathed; and while CaMoron in my eyes performed much better, he didn’t really put the debate to bed. That worries me greatly: with a day over two weeks to go, I hear some pundits are saying the outists are ahead in the polls. I hope with all my heart that they do not win. They cannot win! It would be a monumental step back for the UK, both socially and politically: Not only would we cut ourselves off from our nearest neighbours, but we’d become an individualistic, inward-looking, greed-driven nation. Farage’s comments about trading more with the commonwealth boil down to an attempt to revive the british empire. That he would prefer a racist, colonial system where britain bossed everyone about over a democratic, pluralist one tells us all we need to know about that abhorrent little xenophobe. I just hope with every fibre of my being that we aren’t stupid enough to be taken in by such folly.