It's definitely Hitler, sir. He's only got one.../May 6th 2011.

Richie - While leafleting the outer regions of civilisation for Labour I met one of your biggest fans! Miserable Stinky Old Walter, as he's known locally, lives in a ramshackle prefab in the depths of the Worcester countryside. Walt is an advocate of self-sufficiency and can regularly be seen wandering along the A449 in search of roadkill. But contact with the grizzled old mucker is rare as callers are invariably put off by the razor-wire, BNP posters, and Keep Out signs, including one that proclaims all Pinkos should 'Burn in Hell'! Nevertheless, intrepid Wob went where no man has gone before and knocked on Walt's stinking abode, whereupon the unkempt, alcohol-salt-and tobacco-addicted ogre opened the door. 'Can we count on your vote Thursday Walt ?' I asked. And, as he went to fetch his shotgun, and I prepared to flee pronto, I caught a glimpse of a shrine to you, Rich, situated among the tons of rubbish, empty spirit bottles and rotting carcasses Walt keeps in his lounge. Mad I say!