oouDocuments on the 11:47 am You remember seeing the newsreel of that thieving MP’s estate with two Bobbies standing guard outside his closed, seven-foot tall wooden gates, to protect him from the British public — those policeman should have been standing inside the gates facing inwards, to protect the British public from him! [ Previous Radical’s Diary ] June 13, 2009 (Saturday) Windsor (England) WASHINGTON State supporter Josh is churlish that I

have insisted that he actually register for my upcoming Seattle meeting. “I’ve been to see you three times before in Seattle,” he writes. “I sent a Christmas card when you were incarcerated in Austria . . . I have never had to REGISTER before! You may have six fewer supporters in the audience this time.” I point out: You have not even stated your name to me. How on earth am I supposed to know who you are.

If I drive five thousand miles zigzag across the USA up to Seattle, I am not going to take risks, and nor would you expect me to. “Now there’s a sight you don’t often see nowadays in England — an all-White audience” THIS AFTERNOON I speak in London. I am at the location [ a pub near Waterloo station ] at mid-day. The upstairs room fills rapidly, and more chairs have to be brought in.

The first speaker is the New Right’s Jonathan Bowden , who delivers an hour-long impromptu address, very witty and informative, on the Dualism between Bad and Good as depicted in modern propaganda and American pulp magazines and comic books: Captain Marvel, Batman, and the rest. He is very knowledgeable on his subject, has a wide vocabulary and brilliant delivery.

A hard act to follow, which I do after a half hour’s pause, beginning, as I wave a hand round the audience, “Now there’s a sight you don’t often see nowadays in England — an all-White audience!” If this were a BBC audience, of course, there would now have to be at least one-third Blacks in front of me.

I burrow deep into the MPs’ expenses scandal, and there are roars of laughter at some of my best jibes — “You remember seeing the newsreel of that thieving MP’s estate with two Bobbies standing guard outside his closed, seven-foot tall wooden gates, to protect him from the British public . . . those policeman should have been standing inside the gates facing inwards , to protect the British public from him!”

I said that though I wished the BNP and UKIP well, and they now had armies of friends and supporters, they had hitherto lacked officer-class material, and this their recent successes may well bring in to them. Many a gentleman and academic may have watched their results come in and thoughtfully stroked his chin, and said to himself, “Perhaps I should be joining them now after all.”

There is applause when I say, “Some of you may take this hard, but I don’t warm to [ UKIP leader ] Nigel Farrage (below, foreground) — there is too much of the Smart Alec about him.” The Left’s clever revelation that he took two million pounds in expenses, though he calls it something else, as a Member of the European Parliament has hurt him.

I remind the audience that Jack Straw , currently one of our many simultaneous justice ministers, went to the same school as I — though we would never have spoken; at public school one just did not speak with boys from the junior years. What a difference a few years make. When I was there, our school discipline was tough — harsch aber ungerecht , the Germans would say: harsh but unjust.

I tell them of the legendary Jimmy Hough , MA , who was still headmaster when my brother was at Brentwood. That chapter of my memoirs relates: “The boys were lining up at the Morning Assembly for the notoriously absent-minded Hough to cane them while Hector Higgs , our Latin master, held the Black Book and read out their misdemeanours.

The next pupil had already been severely caned, when Higgs realised that there had been an unfortunate error — this boy’s name was not on the list to be caned. “Oh yes,” wheezed Hough. “Wilkinson. I recall now why I sent for you. Your mother’s died . Now —