As well as bringing cheap, affordable politics to the working man, he was a great patriot, probably the greatest living Englishman,
after myself, that is.
The greatest dead living Englishman, is what I meant to say.
Him, not me, I'm still very much alive and kicking and drawing my expenses.
No, no, I learned everything I know about rabble-rousing from Sir Alf and I and my party owe him a debt we can never repay,
rather like the defecit.
Although, to be honest, when I am prime minister, I shall make sure that the chancellor isn't a helpless and hopeless, braying, public school junky off his head at the despatch batch, on cocaine and fuck knows what else.
Nothing wrong with public schools, mind, went to one m'self, 'swhere I learned my man of the people routine.
But no, lemme be Frank with you, as the one ABCDLGBT pervert said to the other. Alf Garnett was our spiritual founder and although many have decried him as an ironist, lampooning, to satirical purpose, the views and beliefs of ordinary Englishmen, let me assure them that, on the contrary, SirAlf was a dedicated armchair warrior, a fine patriotic racist Englishmen and a misogynist through and through. Like our great company, Poundland, he was one of a dying breed and we shall not look on his like again. Not until the next UKIP conference.
What about the Frogs?
Oh, yes, the slaughter amongst our Euro-cousins.
Well, they should look on the bright side, shouldn't they;
I mean it wasn't as bad as Agincourt, was it?