I got angrier today than I remember being in a long, long time. It started well enough: after breakfast I decided I better get a bit more cash, so I set off for my building society up in Eltham. On my way there, though, I saw that a group of twits had set up a table and were campaigning for the Reform Party on Eltham High Street. Naturally this got my blood pumping instantly, so once I had my cash I returned. Now, I know how important it is to respect other people’s points of view, but as far as I am concerned what the people standing there today represented was nothing but the return of fascism, and it was therefore my duty to make my opposition known to them. The fact that they were selling poppies in order to appear patriotic, when the truth is they essentially represent everything which so many people died in both world wars fighting against, made me even more furious.

To simplify a long string of events, I basically spent the next two hours sitting on the opposite side of the road from the scumbags. There was nothing I could do to get them to move on, as much as I wanted to do so. London is an open, diverse, multicultural world city; the right-wing nationalist politics those imbeciles were forcing onto the public have no place here. To make matters even worse, at one point a guy with fairly severe disabilities using a powerchair joined them, the disgraces to human civilisation obviously having fooled him into siding with them in a perverse effort to appear open and tolerant.

In the end, of course, there was nothing I could do but roll on my way. As a literate, educated man I know what Reform are; I understand the politics they represent, and what will happen if we let them go uncontested. We cannot allow such idiots to drag us back into some nationalist, draconian, reactionary age. Encountering their unenlightened minions on Eltham High Street earlier today was a sickening sight. If it happens again I certainly won’t ignore them.