Documents on the If Hitler had had the wit to put his Panzer and SS divisions in blackface, they would now be welcomed in Britain with open arms and copious handouts from the public social services [ Previous Radical’s Diary ] December 6, 2008 (Saturday) Windsor – London – Windsor (England) AT ONE p.m. we are in Bloomsbury, and at two I speak to a New Right meeting at The Plough in Museum Street, with eighty people packing into the room, says J.

December 7, 2008 (Sunday) Windsor (England) – Paris (France) WE NOTE the little red Citroën’s mileage reading, leave Windsor at noon for Dover and sail over to Calais with the three p.m. car ferry Pride of Dover. A good lunch at the Langan’s Brasserie on board, and we arrive in Paris around nine p.m. I was last here in 1987 with SS-G. Jae does not drive with a manual gearbox, and does not do interstates in the USA either, so I am doing all the driving.

Foolishly, I forget that I have left my Macintosh, carrying my life’s work, on top of the van outside while I chat in the hotel with guests who have come to meet me. I dash outside after two hours and find it still on top of the car, its little pilot light blinking invitingly to passers-by. The rooms here are icy cold. The beds hard and unwelcoming.

December 8, 2008 (Monday) Paris (France) – San Sebastian (Spain) WE drive all day down to San Sebastian in Spain, arriving there in a downpour after heavy traffic through the mountains, around seven p.m. Supper with Niall McD who has flown up from Saudi Arabia. He picks up our hotel tab, buys a stack of books and invites us to supper too.

December 9, 2008 (Tuesday) San Sebastian – Madrid (Spain) We briefly visit the San Sebastian seafront in pouring rain, and then carry on at midday onwards to Madrid through snow-covered mountains and roads, with snow ploughs standing by. Gabriela phones from Lima, Peru, just as we are driving into Madrid. I call in at my daughter’s apartment around seven p.m. and send this email to Peru: Sorry we lost the connection when you telephoned.

I was just driving through snow and ice into Madrid in very heavy rush-hour traffic, so after chatting with you I handed the phone to J. to continue the conversation for a few seconds and then we lost your connection almost at once. Kevin H. has emailed: I’m just back from the Royal Society of Arts Screening [of Bloomstein’s movie An Independent Mind ]. Very good and well attended.

Some Anti-Nazi scum outside, which was a shame as it’s an awfully cold night and they seemed to miss out on the nice refreshments. These people never seem to wash or shave — strange that. [The film producer Rex] Bloomstein was there to talk and answer questions at the endQuestions generally favourable about your inclusion and the film as a whole. It was all perfect until M. went off on some insane rant. Doc has a copy of the slime being handed out. It is offensive and defamatory.

Usual sh*t about the BNP coming round for tea and scones at Duke St etc. A pleasant dinner with [ one of my daughters and her son ] at Arco’s in downtown Madrid. J., a quasi-vegetarian, reluctantly chooses a chicken for her supper. I drive them home, and give the boy the Nesquick we have brought from Sainsbury’s, and fifty euros pocket money. December 10, 2008 (Wednesday) Madrid – Conil de la Frontera (Spain) During the night the chicken comes