Jungle drums and the politics of hate/February 8th 2011.

Richie - After cropping my hair, buying a pair of cherry red Dr Martens and having a swastika tattooed on my forearm, I go undercover dahn the Dog n Duck in Luton on Saturdy and infiltrate the EDL gathering. In the snug I meet up with three "patriots" named Chopper, Blubber and Psycho. "Them filthy foreigners take all our jobs" says Chopper, who's been happy on the dole for the past ten years. "Darkies eat strange food" says Blubber, tucking in to a plate of chips and curry sauce. "It's the rag-heads who are to blame for the cut in wheelie-bin collections" says Psycho, trying hard to read the cartoon in The Sun. We down several pints and march outside to greet the hundreds of thousands of EDL supporters. But, after scaring a few Asian nippers in a school playground and performing Deutchland Uber Alles with our arms held aloft, we realise that only a few hundred racist fruitcakes have bothered to turn up and about-turn to the pub for more ale and live footy! Mad in Sham-Cam's Ingurland, I say!