Nigel Farage is on fire in the Telegraph:
“I can’t stand Cameron,” says Farage, witheringly, through a miasma of cigarette smoke. “He’s shallow, nobody trusts a word he says. I respect people with different opinions that are sincerely held. The Lib Dems make no secret they are pro-Europe; I might disagree but at least they are upfront. I reserve my hatred for the class of political weasels who say one thing in Britain and then vote an entirely different way in the European Parliament.”
Nobody quite does sledges like pommy bastards.
Not that it makes any difference; the votes are overwhelmingly in favour. On the subject of voting, Cameron’s in-out referendum on Europe, announced in January, ought to have rendered Ukip obsolete. That it didn’t, is a pressing concern for Tory strategists. “Look, the problems of the Conservative Party are not all down to me,” insists Farage. “They are suffering from major disconnect; Tory voters are historically used to a party of free enterprise and wealth creation, but all it wants to talk about is gay marriage, wind turbines and metropolitan Notting Hill claptrap.”
The President of the EU doesn’t escape either.
He may have caused uproar and hilarity when he addressed the newly chosen President of the EU and former prime minister of Belgium with the words: “I don’t want to be rude, but, you know, really, you have the charisma of a damp rag and the appearance of a low-grade bank clerk.” He may have later raised the roof by making an apology – to bank clerks everywhere.