Here’s one man who’ll be delighted at the part of the Budget which supports local pubs. Farage has apparently “quit politics” yet again; perhaps the photo ops just aren’t there any more and it’s no fun without all the attention.
The recent image of Nigel Farage sat at home ranting on Twitter about a non-existent thing he wanted to be ‘scrapped’, unable to compute the EU, or Brexit, or life itself, looking torn and pathetic… it really struck home the visual difference that a good old pandemic can make to a man dependent on staged photo ops.
No longer the grinning, cigar smoking, grandiose Toad of Toad Hall, swilling pints while indulging a gushing audience of pre-selected bigots; Farage’s visuals have now been reduced to that of a bitter, recently divorced man alone in a yellowing bedsit.
Desperate for the glory days of extrovert publicity stunts and adoring fans in front of flashing cameras, the man who once shook hands with Donald Trump in a gold elevator, has launched an anti lockdown party and subsequently “quit politics” (again). Go figure.