A friend on a picket got into an argument with a bona fide fascist tonight. He knew he was a fascist because he said it would have been better if the Final Solution had worked.
Takes me back to Saturdays on Bedford’s Silver Street. Silver Street used to be, and maybe still is, pamphletted by the National Front by day and evangelical Christians by night. Never the two in the same place at the same time – hmm. We used to argue with the Christians after chuck-out time. I wonder what would have happened if they’d had swapped shifts.