Off on a brief trip down south. First stop is home of our dynamic South East regional organiser, Roger Robertson, who is doing a great job building on the earlier sterling work of ex-UKIP stalwart Brian Galloway, who had to step down due to family illness but who is still very much 'onside'. There I do an interview with a journalist who's working on what is supposed to be a big piece for the Telegraph. He's an amiable enough lad, but what on earth is the paper that used to provide a platform to the brilliant 'reactionary' satirist Michael Wharton ('Peter Simple') doing employing such dripping wet liberals? The questions are no more useful or incisive than those provided by sixth formers at the very occasional school visit that we get, and he seems genuinely to believe in the multicult Tooth Fairy. Over a month later, the 'big piece' has still not appeared.
Together with Financial Times columnist Gordon C. Tether, 'Peter Simple' provided much the only glimmer of genuine patriotism and talent among all the prostitute hacks of the 1970s, which was when the monstrous project which is approaching fruition under Bliar really took off. His death was a sad loss to honest journalism, for he combined the natural talent with words that he inherited from the East European Jewish side of his family with the love of the real Britain that came from the Olde English half of his ancestry. Wharton wrote me a short but kind and supportive letter after my first Race Act trial back in 1997.
The neo-Nutzi and clerico-fascist cranks who infest cyberspace always have to overlook people like Wharton in order to 'prove' their thesis that "the Jews are the Spawn of Satan" and so diabolically clever that to show them anything less than 100% hostility is to be fooled into becoming a "Zionist puppet". John Amery, the half-Jewish leader of the tiny British contingent of the Waffen SS is another one whose ancestry goes down the neo-Nazi memory-hole (all totalitarianisms have one). The same mentality also points to the very obvious Jewish links of the 'American' neo-conservative movement and concludes that the US/Blairite invasion of Iraq was a 'war for Israel'.
Well, if that's the case, these people aren't so diabolically clever after all, are they? Is Israel really 'safer' now that looming defeat in Iraq means that it would be virtually impossible for the most slavishly pro-Zionist US President (and all of them since Nixon have been) to do anything serious and effective either about Hizbollah rockets or an Iranian Bomb? The neo-con project to "remake the Middle East" has been a grotesque failure - if its real aim was to aid the establishment of Eretz Israel (the Israel-uber-alles-from-the-Nile-to-the-Euphrates scheme of the most ardent Zionists), or even to make Israelis safer within their existing borders.
Unless, of course, the neo-con project was actually something very different. Might not the plan to take out Iraq, to break Hizbollah and - coming soon - Iran, be someone else's scheme at root, even if some rather short-sighted Jewish fascists felt that it could be to their benefit too? Look at the victims of this 'American/Zionist' aggression: Shi'ite Iraq, Shi'ite Iran, Shi'ite Hezbollah. Look at who could have stopped the American war machine in its tracks with a single word and the turning off of the West's key oil supply, but who does nothing - Sunni Saudi Arabia. The desert kingdom could grind the dollar and the imperial pretensions of the USA into dust within a week if wanted to - which it does, but not yet, for these people play a very long game, measured in decades or even centuries.
Ever since the end of the Turkish Caliphate in 1922 there has been a power vacuum at the heart of Islam. Who will fill the gap? For the first time in more than a thousand years it could be the Shi'ites, since the bulk of the remaining oil reserves in the Middle East are now in Iran and southern Iraq, and Iran is closer than any other Islamic state to having an Islamic Bomb (the hybrid military dictatorship in Pakinstan doesn't count - they've even banned Hizb ut Tahrir, unlike Britain under Tony Blair). The Wahhabi fanatics who control Saudi Arabia have spent two hundred years fighting and plotting to spread their ultra-puritanical version of Islam over the whole world, and they're not going to take kindly to being pipped at the post for the revived Caliphate by a bunch of Iranian heretics.
So just as they used the 'New Byzantium' (the USA) to help them defeat the 'New Persia' (the USSR) once the Russians foolishly blundered into Afghanistan, so now it would suit them to use the USA to beat down the Shi'ites. Once that's done, of course, they can switch their main attention back to their last outstanding Big Project - the Islamisation of Europe (time-scale 20 - 40 years) and the subsequent assault on the USA (time-scale 50 - 100 years).
One thing is certain - there is no point looking to the writings and public utterences of the neo-cons themselves, for their great ideological and strategic guru Leo Strauss (an elitist German Jew who maintained friendly relations with the Nazi regime even after fleeing to New York and worming his way into the American Establishment) taught them that their Great Scheme for a neo-Platonic elite to dominate the rest of Mankind must be advanced mainly through deception - in particular never revealing one's true objectives. So the self-confessed intentions of the likes of Pearl and Wolfovitz shouldn't be given too much weight. 'The Jews' haven't been blameless throughout history, but they've also been convenient scapegoats throughout history. Medieval kings used to farm out tax collection to them so that the peasants would kick back at unfortunate and wholly innocent Jewish tailors and not at their ultimate oppressors in their royal families. How convenient to have all the conspiracy freaks in the world fixated exclusively on 'the Jews' (whose past disproportionate role in assorted civilisational wrecking sprees such as Bolshevism and multi-racialism has, to be honest, not been particularly good PR) while the Muslim Conquest machine rolls on and the super-rich think it is another odd mass superstition that they can control like so many others.
In the end, all conspiracy theories are matters of faith and not of rational interpretation of facts. Hence they are best taken with fairly large pinches of salt and even more commonsense. Is it good for Britain to have our troops dying in distant dusty lands where no genuine British interest is served? Clearly not. So whether the 'reason' they are there is Tony Blair's vanity, Tony Blair's pro-Israeli 'tennis partner' moneybags, or the fact that Bush & Co are in the pockets of the Saudis, we should bring them home immediately. That is all there is to say and know for sure.
After the interview we head off to a local meeting near Basingstoke. This is, by old rights, prime Tory and more recently UKIP territory, but Roger and his team are making big inroads. Around 100 people pack the function room of a centuries'-old local pub. A couple of local journalists have been invited (we get very fair write-ups subsequently) and all goes well. The landlord is quoted as saying we weren't what he expected (in a good way!) After the meeting one of our Surrey characters, 'Mark ye Morris' gets out his squeezebox and rattles off a few traditional tunes. I'm told that a mobile video of him and me doing "The Man Who Waters The Workers' Beer" will go up on You-tube. The growth of this instant, do-it-yourself media has to be this year's technological surprise and, yet again, shows new technologies undermining old monopolies.
The next day I fill in with a couple of private meetings, then it's off to the BBC headquarters at Portland Place to appear as a 'witness' on The Moral Maze, where the evening's Radio 4 discussion is on free speech. I'm first on, with Michael Buerk's panel being Michael Portillo, Claire Fox (ex-Living Marxism), the Catholic affairs correspondent of The Times and a leftist former BBC political bigwig. My security team are waiting on the other side of a plate glass screen in the same room as the producer and sound engineer. They watch in amazement as the producer signals to the panelists to verbally rough me up and to be even more aggressive. I like these kind of confrontations though and, after a few minutes, his gestures are to Michael Buerk - 'cut', 'get him off' are the hand gestures now. Accused of wanting ethnic cleansing, I finish my appearance by telling them that ethnic cleansing attacks are going on at that very moment in towns all over the north of England, but that as the victims are 'only' working class whites people like the panel simply don't want to know.
After the programme we head to the Millennium Hotel in nearby Grosvenor Square to meet someone else I need to see. Strange this, because I've never even heard of the place before but it emerges a couple of weeks later that if we'd gone there ten days earlier we'd have got a dose of radiation poisoning, and if we'd gone two weeks earlier I'd probably have been a suspect in the 'murder' of Litvenenko!
More meetings, organisational matters to sort and things to write, then it's off to the Annual Conference at Blackpool. This has been well-publicised elsewhere so little needs to be said about it, other than the fact that it is another step on the long road to move the BNP away from being at base a "one man band" and turn it into a sensibly revolutionary movement in which the overall direction is determined by an experienced body of officials and activists, such that it can withstand whatever hardships and tragedies may be thrown in its way before we reach our final objective.
The debates go well, with a great deal of maturity and generous attention to different points of view. The first thing that everybody has to learn is the importance of collective responsibility - even if the majority vote the opposite way to what some would prefer, the 'defeated' minority must accept the decision and work with it, while retaining the right to work by constructive persuasion and personal example to get the decision reversed at a future conference. On the Saturday evening everyone is eating out as the hotel venue, although large, cannot cope with food for so many people. To avoid placing an extra burden on security (there has been a far-left demo of a hundred or so in town earlier in the day) a small group of us slip away a few miles south to Lytham St. Annes. We find a quiet restaurant - modern English with French and Italian influence - where the owner/chef is very pleased to see us and sends various complimentary bits to our table. Sympathy, mind you, was the experience of all our conference attendees; we've 'cracked' Blackpool and have held a two-day event with extensive advance notice without more than a feeble token demo against us. This is another very significant advance on the road to normalisation; a few years ago it would have been unthinkable. Another resounding success.
Non-Dutch Holland and non-Belgian Flanders
The following weekend starts early with another trip 'down south'. This time it is to a big meeting in Barking. I share a platform with Chris Roberts, one of our 'old hands' and a very good media performer when he gets the chance, and with Cllr Richard Barnbrook. Richard gives another outstanding speech and then it's my turn. It turns out to be a lengthy speech, one of my more-than-an-hour ones, but it's a deeply political audience and it goes down well. Nearly all of our local councillors are there and the atmosphere is electric.
Our Barking councillors are now throwing all sorts of motions and verbal brickbats at Labour in the council chamber, and we're getting some remarkably fair publicity. It seems that there often comes a local tipping point when even a previously relentlessly hostile local press realises that our support is so strong that the pretence that we are wicked or incompetent 'outsiders' can no longer be kept up.
I leave the meeting a little earlier than usual as we have to get to an inn in Kent where we've booked two twin rooms for the night; we have to be in Dover early the following morning in order to get a ferry to a weekend conference in Flanders. We arrive as the locals are leaving but the landlord not only recognises me immediately but shakes my hand warmly and keeps on serving. The bitter is a bit disappointing but he has a fabulous draught Somerset cider which goes down very well.
To our suprise we find that we can still get an evening meal at nearly midnight - apparently the kitchen is still open as another late group of guests are due. So a little after us Jools Holland and Ruby Turner walk into the pub. The former front man of the late seventies group 'Squeeze' is now widely and justly recognised as a genuinely talented musician and entertainer, while Ruby Turner has the powerful voice of many black lady singers. Not really my cup of tea but good for all that. They eat their steaks and Ruby and a couple of others leave fairly quickly. Jools stays talking to the landlady and a couple of other late locals. He bids us a cheery goodnight as he leaves and, not much later, we turn in as well.
The event in Flanders is billed as the 'Euro-Rus Conference' and is organised by an independent group linked to the Altermedia nationalist news website (if you're not familiar with it, take a look). Even though I don't necessary see eye-to-eye with all those present, I've agreed to speak for several reasons: Russia's huge energy supplies and the fact that our own North Sea bonanza was blown by the Thatcher and Blair/Brown regimes as a way of covering up our catastrophic industrial decline, mean that we are going to be more and more reliant on Mr. Putin and his successors in the years to come. Accordingly it behoves us as far-sighted nationalists to learn as much about Russia as possible and to forge friendly links with Russian nationalists as well.
Second, I suspect that some of the other speakers will concentrate on the danger posed to Russia and her enigmatic President by the Oligarchs - including those living in exile in England and Israel - who are clearly not inclined to forgive Putin for curbing at least the worst excesses of their grand privatisation smash and grab raid at the expense of the long-suffering Russian people. I want to balance a potentially one-sided approach by drawing attention to Russia's own problems with militant Islam, and the still unresolved tensions between Germans and Slavs over historically disputed territories in Eastern Europe. Predictably, there are indeed criticisms of 'Jewish oligarchs', which I respond to by pointing out that the core of the problem is not that the oligarchs are Jewish (it's a simpe fact that all this lot are), but that there are oligarchs at all. Would it really be any better for the Russians to be looted by a clique of mega-rich Russians? Of course not, which makes the problem economic and social, rather than racial, for as long as there is a system which allows the super-rich to accrue ever-larger amounts of wealth and influence, then whichever is on average the most intelligent section of the population will exploit that system and lord it over the rest. The answer is to change the system, not to persecute innocent people who have something in common with the handful of exploiters.
My third reason for attending is that the other speakers include the long-term 'New Right' theorists Guillaume Faye and Robert Steuckers. The charming Frenchman Faye I have met before and want to meet again, Steuckers is new to me but we hit it off straight away. As part of the long-term programme of broadening BNP support and influence we need to engage in a War of Ideas with the liberal-left, especially at university level. Pragmatic England is particularly backwards in this field and I hope in due course to bring Faye and Steuckers over to a conference here at which we can pull together the various strands of 'New Right' and traditionalist thought which do exist in Britain. We'll see.
A number of attendees are from the Vlaams Belang and afterwards we end up at a local VB post-election victory celebration in a nearby leisure centre. Also present are members of a traditional Flemish folk dance troupe, who seem quite keen on attending the RWB. Still later we end up back where we've been billetted for the weekend and in turns out that our host and a friend of his are keen folk singers. Since I have nothing to do the next day save sit in the back of a car on the long journey home, I indulge myself my singing alternate songs with them until nearly five in the morning. Ridiculous behaviour, but we enjoy it at the time.
After the multicult - even greater madness
Back home in Britain (though some pretty wild seas and an extra delay outside Dover as it's too rough to put into harbour) there is some strange rhetoric in the air. Tony Blair comes out with a speech on multi-culturalism which confirms the Labour government's drastic shift from the Balkanisation-everyone-(except the English)-can-let-it-all-hang-out model to a One-Phoney-British-Fits-All system. On paper, at least. It's unconvincing stuff though, with Blair's attempt to steal Jean-Marie Le Pen's "France, Love It, Or Leave It" sentiments coming over as particularly unconvincing. In our more populist moments at elections it's a slogan we've adapted, so his tactical genius think-tank artists and speech writers have probably pinched it off us.
But making noises about veils and extremists while at the same time leaving Britain's front gates open and allowing creeping Sharia law in everything from halal school meals to tax-break polygamy is illogical nonsense. Still, everything the Establishment does to legitimise our message and to raise and then dash public hopes that something will get done will rebound in our favour in due course.
The more so because the Establishment alternative to voluntary multiculturalism is going to be enforced integration. The recently announced rebuilding programme for all secondary schools in the country is to be a key part of this, with no stone unterned in the drive to create racial harmony by forcibly mixing schoolkids. Those whom the Gods would destroy they first make mad!
Days later the same strange confused liberal-left reaction to the collapse of so many old certainties is visible in the announcement by the BBC that it has been too focussed on conventional middle-of-the-road liberalism. It's got to stop, says Auntie, so viewers can expect to see "more of the Taliban and the BNP on interviews from now on." Yes, of course, we're one-and-the same, and it's surely only reasonable that foreign terrorists who used to hang idolatrous TV sets and pull out the fingernails of women wearing nail varnish (though, strangely, Taliban males often wear it) are put in the same bracket as a legal British political party that is now showing more support in opinion polls than the Liberals used to register when I was first interested in politics.
This matter of growing BNP support is confirmed just a couple of days after noting the point above when we take more than 12% of the vote in ultra-posh Horsham, in Sussex. We easily beat the Labour party and absolutely thrash UKIP in what would, if they really had a heart, would be their heartland. This very significant result was well-worked for by local canvassing teams and gets a surprising amount of attention from the political and chattering classes. The BBC is still trying to talk up UKIP and Nigel Farage, but UKIP is losing activists to us as fast as the Cameroons are losing members to it.
Unusually, I go down with some kind of virus. Jackie says it's my own fault for staying up singing all night. Yes, nurse. I have to call off two meetings which I hate doing as I don't like to let people down. I hear they go well for all that though. There is so much demand on my time these days that in the New Year I'm going in normal circumstances to stop doing long journies to individual meetings altogether. I will still do so for venues within three hours' drive, which covers all Wales, the West Midlands, most of the East Midlands, and the core parts of Lancashire and Yorkshire. But for places further off than that I'll be doing a tour a month, with a number of back to back meetings on the same and adjacent nights, in one region per month. So in January I'll be in the North East, and in February it'll be East Anglia. March and April will probably see a mad rush around our main potential May election breakthrough areas.
Lots of hot air?
"Cows generate more greenhouse gases than all forms of transport combined, a United Nations report has revealed." So begins a short report carried in several newspapers. The study, entitled 'Livestock's Long shadow', warns that drastic action is needed if the methane and carbon dioxide produced by ruminants is not to turn Earth into a pressure cooker. Author Henning Steinfeld claims that "Livestock are one of the most significant contributors to today's most serious environmental problems."
Hmmm. Having had a small holding and seen how goats will stop at nothing to munch on young trees, I have no doubt at all that livestock play a big part in creating deserts, both the dry sandy type and the cold green ones of upland Britain. But as for farting cows destroying the world, I have grave reservations. Yes, in all probability there are more domesticated animals around these days; the growing demand for meat from China's burgeoning middle class alone almost guarantees that. But have the UN not given a little thought as to whether the resulting increase in domesticated bovine flatulence over the last century or so might not be offset by an even more drastic decline in the number of wild methane-machines?
Remember the endless herds of bison that used to thunder over the Great Plains of North America? The torrents of wildebeast and rhinos that used to pour over the landscape of Africa? The elephants of India and Africa and, going back just a blink of an eye in geological terms, their wooly cousins who used to dominate the tundra near the great ice sheets? Why didn't the farting of all those mammouths and wild aurochs stop the last Ice Age before it even got started?
Are today's livestock herds and flocks really doing more damage to the atmosphere than all the cars, lorries, planes and supertankers in the world? Or is this a dodgy piece of 'science' that is in reality a mere figleaf for ideologically motivated opinions and prescriptions for the future? In fact, how much of the whole man-made global warming scare is based on genuine empirical science, and how much is created by the Watermelon (green outside, red inside) tendencies of the post-1989 left? Are cows really going to kill the world, or is the tale merely useful to political activists who want to spread vegetarianism, encourage neo-Hindu meatless egalitarianism and to destroy capitalist farming techniques?
While we in the BNP also have strong objections to agribusiness industrial farming, we know enough about the devious nature of the regrouped Marxian left to be suspicious about the current global warming mania. Global carbon credit trading could be intended to save the planet, but it could equally be a crucial stepping stone towards One World Government and, more practically, a massive rip-off mechanism designed to fleece the productive nations of the world in favour of the basket cases and the World Bank.
On balance, it does appear that the world is going through a warming phase (though plenty of independent scientists whose research grants are not reliant on their finding evidence of global warming are not so sure). But when I hear that the Alpine glaciers are now back to where they were 1,000 years ago I have to wonder at the credulity of those who allow tax-guzzlers like Gordon Brown to blame the impact of Man (Dark Age Europe, of course, was well known for its huge polluting industries and traffic-choked ten-lane motorways).
Even more curious is the evidence from those remarkable NASA photos of Mars which show that water from melting ice has changed that planet's surface in the last five or ten years. So the climate of Mars has recently warmed up, and indeed may still be doing so. Is this due to larger herds of cattle in Brazil, or to China's new generation of coal-fired power stations, or to all those 4x4s on the school run in Surbiton? Or might it - and similar swings in the climate of our planet too - not just be down to cyclical changes in the rather ordinary star at the heart of our solar system, about which we still know so little?
Of course we need to cut pollution, for it's bad for us. Of course we need to stop wiping out tigers and whales, for they are part of the wonder of our world. Of course we need to move away from producing low quality meat packed with carcinogenic chemicals. And of course we need a massive R&D programme to end our addiction to finite fossil fuels - global warming or not, relying on the Iranians and Saudis for the energy that underpins our civilisation is insane. But let's not get carried away with global warming, because in a few years it might be as outdated as the idea that acid rain was about to kill off the last tree. Remember that one?
Cowardly cops and a 16-year-old "man"
A friend in Keighley sends me several cuttings from the local rag. "Youth hit over head on way to concert" is the headline on a 6" piece tucked away on page 9 (14/12/06). It relates how "A 16-year-old youth was hospitalised after being hit over the head with an iron bar, in Lawkholme Lane, on Friday night. The youngster, who was walking with friends to a concert at Victoria Hall, Keighley, was racially abused by one gang of youths before being assaulted by another group."
The attack was sufficiently serious that the lad had to be kept in hospital overnight. Local police spokesman Det Insp John Moutain said he believed the attackers were young Asian men and from the local area.
"It's the sword arm, the fighting arm, the arm you hit a white lad over the head with a baseball bat with" was one of the parts of the speech in Keighley for which West Yorkshire Police recently tried to send me to prison. The prosecution complained bitterly at my timerity in actually daring to mention the unmentionable in the town - that racist violence against young white males, and racist sexual abuse of young white girls, is largely the product of the 'culture' created by Islam. While two juries upheld my right to say such things, and to urge peaceful political action to bring them to an end, the very fact of the prosecution will have helped - as was intended - to place such discussions beyond the Pale. And, thereby, to have made it inevitable that there will be more victims in future.
One would hope that the police would have learnt their lesson by now, but sadly not. In the same report the Det Insp is at it again, using weasel words to downplay and minimise the incident: "The man was clearly shaken by the incident and kept in for observation." "Man"? The boy was just sixteen. If it had been the other way around, with two different white racist gangs abusing and beating teenage Asians, this dispicable excuse for a policeman would not have dared to play it down by calling the victim a "man", and, for that matter, the report wouldn't have been confined to the local paper. Keighley police are particularly bad - they STILL haven't even asked us for the name of the racist murderer of Sean Whyte, which they know we have on a video clip shot by BNPtv in their own police station in the town. Instead they, and the pathetic Ann Cryer, turn blind eyes again while a Muslim murderer and his gang swagger through their town intimidating not just local people but also law-abiding members of the Asian Muslim community.
This is what I was getting at near the end of that appearance on The Moral Maze - low-level ethnic cleansing attacks are going on against I(mainly young) whites every single night across a huge swathe of our country, and the police and the media and the politicians turn blind eyes or downplay it at every possible opportunity. Loathesome people.
The real trouble is that every time our Establishment fails to take effective action, the racist/religionist aggression and confidence of these Muslim gangs grows. "You can beat a white boy and no-one really cares," "if you get caught all you have to do is say he racially abused you," "White girls are easy meat, and their society is so rotten that you can do whatever you want to them and the kaffir police won't even admit anything's happening." These are the sort of messages throbbing along the Islamic bush telegraph in Britain today. As long as they continue to do so without a proper response from the Powers that Be then more white lads will be brained with iron bars and baseball bats, and more young girls will be seduced or dragged into short brutal lives of sexual exploitation and heroin addiction.
Truly, there is no place in hell hot enough for the editors, police bosses and politicians who know what is going on and cover it all up, thus dooming even more victims to the same sad fate.
Another one bites the dust
And so it's Christmas Eve. The BNP Christmas message, shot on location in the stunning Western Isles of Scotland so as to draw attention to our very serious efforts to break through with a parliamentary seat in Scotland next May, is done and dusted and being downloaded by the thousand. On the road across the Island of Mull we were treated to the finest double rainbow I've ever seen, one complete rainbow bridge arc in intense colours, and a second, almost complete, outside it. The road we were were on appeared to pass between the two. Wonderful. As I say in the piece near the start of the message, why on earth do so many people insist on all the hassle of travelling abroad when there is so much scenery, history and human interest and kindness to be found in our own country?
We stop in the little port of Oban on the way back. Even there I'm recognised - with comments by a dappy but slightly inebriated old gent who assures me that he is going to be world famous soon and that he has already screwed the Royal Bank of Scotland for a very large sum of money. He is very pro-BNP, unlike the barman's student-type mate, who hisses 'fascists' as I pay the bill. The silly thing is that if he actually took the trouble to find out what we really stand for he'd probably agree with most of it. Still, for now he'll have to make do with telling all his mates who he shouted 'fascist' at Nick Griffin and his 'minders' and lived to tell the tale!
Family preparations for Christmas are pretty much complete and the house looks stunning as ever. If and when I get time to write my autobiography thus far I'll have to include a picture of the poor place when it was a derelict shell - no roof and three and a half walls, no doors or windows, just gaping holes and piles of rubble - before years of on and off work transformed it. The shame is that young families in Britain today can no longer afford the wrecks that come up for sale. We were among the last ones to get on the ladder that way.
For us, though, it will be wonderful to be able to enjoy Christmas without the unspoken of spectre of trial and prison hanging over us. It's fine for me, I'm a volunteer, but Jackie and the children are conscripts in such matters. Thanks once more to everyone who helped out in any way while all that was still going on, and apologies to anyone I seemed to ignore, snub or snap at while somewhat preoccupied.
By way of one of those 'personal touches' that unaccountably do seem to be so important in blogs, herewith our Christmas menu, complete with who's doing what. Jackie's getting the main day off, although she's got to do the traditional bit on Boxing Day, when parents come round as well:
Rhiannon's Birthday Tea - 23rd December
Mussels in cream and white wine (Dad)
Lamb chops, cous cous, mediterranean vegetables (Mum)
Mince pies and brandy butter
Homemade pizzas and salad (Mum)
Seared scallops and sweet chilli sauce. Fresh baked bread (Rhiannon)
Carpaccio of beef (Richard)
Medallions of pork, colcannon and calvados sauce (Dad)
Self-saucing chocolate pudding and vanilla icecream (Elen)
Smoked salmon and scrambled eggs (Jennifer)
Lunch (all Mum):
Cauliflower and bacon soup
Roast mincemeat turkey and all the trimmings
Christmas Puddings flaming and frozen
Jacket potatoes, cold turkey and pickles (Dad)
Key dates for next year are all set - the Organisers' Conference, Summer School, Red-White-and-Blue, National Conference. When the Electoral Commission publishes our accounts for 2006 next summer they will show that, in the dying days of old 2006, we are to all intents and purposes blessed with a clean financial slate. A fair few assets and no significant debts. John Walker and Dave Hannam deserve the credit for doing a fine job at Treasury and keeping firm, steady hands on the rudder in that department. Meanwhile the Membership Department is straining under but coping with a record number of early membership renewals and new members. A staggering seventeen thousand pounds was banked in membership payments last week alone.
So the Labour party goes into the New Year owing twenty seven million, and the Tories stagger in effectively bankrupt and a shocking thirty five million quid in the red. We, on the other hand, look forward to 2007 in the black and with enormous confidence. With two great court victories, a record council seat breakthrough and the collapse of the multicult myth, 2006 has seen fortune shine on the British National Party. What will 2007 bring? Well, a few more of our predictions will come true, but more than that no man can say. Only one thing is sure: It won't be boring, for this is the party that keeps British politics awake.