Maria

Dear hearts,

Much as it pains me to display anything approaching fickleness in one's affectations, I cannot deny, nor not confess, that one is seeing something of a sea change of late, in one's political afflictions.

What has prompted this ?

 I'll explain. It lies in the shapely form of the double breasted, truth talker in-chief, Nigel Farage.

I must express a little disquiet in the non Britishness of his name, but no matter, the man's sheer down to earthedness in expression and intent, has propelled me to near swooning on more than one occasion.

Indeed, I have gone so far as to reach for the mini fan; in a way I had not experienced since the launch of sex obsessed, equality idiots, Channel Four- and when I went through the change.

And I'll tell you for why.

It is in Nigel's fearlessness that my admiration resides. He is simply saying what every single right minded, BRITISH PERSON believes and his manly grasp of the yardstick that is European bullying, makes one emit a prolonged sigh of delight.

Will we sit back and watch as our pounds and ounces become kilos and... whatever the smaller weights are. Or sit back as our beloved pounds and pence are EUROTRASHED?

NO WE WILL NOT.

What would Winston Churchill say? He would say nothing, he would simply stick up two fingers to Fritz and Jean Claude, AND SO MUST WE.

I took my trusted tape recorder out and about and found a young person of similar frustration, loitering on my very own doorstep in the worryingly tattooed form, of scantily clad, mobility hairdresser, Maria.

A friend had recommended her but I must confess that I had my doubts.

However, as she showed me her over-inflated pricelist, and discussed my requirements, I mused with her as to her own thoughts and political leanings.

She rambled at length as trades-people tend to do, but I managed to prize victory from the jaws of bored defeat when it became clear that she shared my common sense on the charmer Farage.

It appears that straight talking can indeed build a bridge between the classes and as she spoke with admittedly little charm and lots of dropped aitches, I began to warm slightly.

She too recognizes the sense at the heart of Nigel's words and that the blustering beetroot is indeed a beacon of plain speaking.  A man of, for and by the people. There was some attempt to wrong foot the dear man by Irishly named James O'Brien, on LBC Radio however Nigel is both a silver and a clever fox and so he nimbly and ably side stepped this nonsense with ease.

"WRONG WRONG WRONG" cries Farage to the Irish taunter attempting to trick him.
The genius response required was forthcoming and hit the spot. Huzzah I thought, as I listened Huzzah sir.

As the young people say that broadcaster was porned.

Anyway here for your listening delight is the interview with Maria. As ever I warn you that she is a regional person by birth but do try and get past this.

INTERVIEW WITH MARIA

Am I simply a skilled and gifted genius of an interviewer? Well it's not really for me to say but if pushed, I'd have to say, well yes.

Stay vigilant dears,

Your Friend Mrs M. xxx