Nigel Farage

I'll be honest, I haven't done a lot this week. After the fantastic weekend I experienced in Manchester, where we experienced new places, and gentlemen tried and failed with firework salesmanship, this week was never going to live up to it. In contrast, I haven't really put enough emphasis in trying to make things work for myself. Story of my life? I'm afraid so. Tomorrow is hopefully the beginning of another journey, and a journey I would like to be successful, but honestly? I'm not very certain it will work out. I'm afraid it's a recurring pattern, but it's the self-confidence and the confidence in my own ability that I seriously struggle with. I've tried looking for things to improve this side of me, but on a day when all you can see is dark skies and no light at the end of the tunnel, this is rather difficult.

However, this evening, I settled down in front of the TV, (as I have tried to escape the same humdrum of waking up and spending the day on the laptop), to watch 2 very different programs. I know. The meer fact that I think "variety" is changing from a laptop screen to a TV screen, shows the progress I'm making at the moment. However, I did take a trip to library earlier and came back out with Marcus Trescothick's autobiography. Anyway. First of all, I watched 'Celebrity Juice', which is, by far, the most outrageous "tele show on tele". Tonight's episode was a cracker, before turning over to BBC One to watch the rest of 'Question Time'.

You should all know the format. 5 politicians, on a panel with David Dimbelby, (or however you spell his name), take questions from an audience and debate the issues of the week. Most of the time, we are treated with a panel of one from each "mainstream" political party, who go about dodging questions and try and knock down the other political parties with facts and figures, along with a mad-cap far-left extremist and some randomer from the world of sport, literature, the arts or any other field that takes to the BBC's fancy. Usually, it's a show I would not bother with, as nothing gets debated properly, and no questions are actually answered. Unless, like tonight, Nigel Farage is on the panel.

Nigel Farage, is the person that most people would put in the, "mad-cap" category. The extreme views of this man are likened with the disgrace that is Nick Griffin, but in a non-racist capacity. In my opinion though, Nigel Farage is the greatest politician to have ever lived. Forget Churchill, or Blair, Farage is the only politician in my lifetime who actually answers questions. He doesn't hold back, and he is completely honest, even if it makes him or his party look bad, and it is this that I can hugely respect. He spends most of his time in Brussels, berating the European Parliament for being un-democratic, (of which it is), and telling the ministers of this un-elected council to stop telling us what to do. Because he is the polar opposite of what a politician should do, he is viewed as "extreme". But he is the best politician we've got, and after the sham that the Lib Dems thrust upon us after the last election, and the Tuition Fee fiasco, my vote may well go to UKIP!

Especially when I was listening to the rest of the panels views, Farage sounded like the only one who knew what he was doing. The no-hoper that Labour had sent along, Gloria De Piero, sounded more like a disgruntled Mum at a PTA meeting. They would have been better off sending Alessandro Del Piero. He probably would have more knowledge on British politics aswell... Iain Duncan-Smith, the former leader of the Conservatives, was slumped back in his chair, trying to avoid questions and generally not wanting to be there, Lord Fellowes just bellowed his way through nonsensical argument and the Lib Dem MP, Jo Swinson, tried to cover her growing nose as she tried to cover up the lies her party had produced in May last year. Farage spoke sense. And he is the only politician who does.

And then they wonder why people aren't interested in politics, and thus, have switched off halfway through this very blog post you're reading... Wakey wakey!

I suppose I should go to sleep. I have to get dressed up in a suit tomorrow to go and watch a few presentations on the Metropolitan Police Service Special Constabulary. To many of you, it may sound boring, but to me, it could well be the start of a new door opening. But then again, it could be a glass one and I could walk straight into it, face first. You just don't know.