Up at about 6.45 this morning to discover my first leaflet for the hotly contested Leicestershire County Council elections. It’s from the British National Party.
Does this mean that their patriotic zeal inspires them to be up spreading their message of goodwill to all men before the other parties have got out of bed – or that they sneak round in the middle of the night because they don’t want anyone to see them?
Or maybe it was the milkman?
The Crimson Rambler 