Yesterday morning Jayda Fransen and Paul Golding posed for the obligatory Biffergraph outside Luton Magistrates’ Court. The occasion was day 1 of Fransen’s trial on three separate charges, all of which seem ‘open and shut’ conviction material to us. But then we haven’t seen all the evidence or heard all the arguments. It was interesting to note the different expressions on the pair’s faces though. Fransen looked nervous, as though she knows she’s fighting a hopeless case and is likely soon to be viewing the world from the prison windows. Golding on the other hand looked smug. He too knows that Jayda will most probably be ‘going away’ for a while and it’s easy to imagine him planning to rebuild his power base without his more popular rival. One might even think he’d planned just this sort of coup from the start when he first began encouraging his deputy to do all the things he was too scared to do himself. It’s hardly surprising he looked smug.
After the Biffergraph all went quiet. The case had been slated to begin at 10am and not a peep was heard from inside the court. The few public seats were taken up either by the press or by Biffer ‘security’ whose tight-lipped stares and grim demeanour made it very clear to all other members of the public that they wouldn’t be welcome inside the court for the duration. Team EBF, deprived of eyewitness contact inside the court itself only had to wait until lunchtime though, safe in the knowledge that Dutchy and Der Fuhrer wouldn’t be able to help themselves and another Biffermovie would soon be online. We guessed right!
It’s difficult to feel the outrage Golding is trying to convey when you’re fighting back tears of laughter in order to keep on listening as the sad story unfolded. Suddenly Golding wasn’t quite so smug any more. He thought he’d gone for a 2 day jolly in Luton to watch the court take Fransen out of his hair. Perhaps he’d expected to look up old BNP buddies like Tommy Robinson while he was in the area. Two days of beer, Biffergraphs and best of all – a bloodless coup that would remove his greatest threat from play long enough for him to bury her memory and destroy her credibility within the movement. If only, if only, if only that had been true.
Instead Mr. Smugface got something else entirely. Two uniformed police officers from the Luton and Bedfordshire constabulary presented him with a legal pack and a summons. It seems that he also has to answer for breaking his High Court Injunction. We can’t say we’re surprised. The Biffers have been flouting the terms of their voluntary injunction almost since the day they signed it. So Paul will be in court himself before too long. Not here in Luton though. This is the High Court where he (and possibly Jayda too) will answer charges of contempt, a crime which as Golding rightly points out is a serious, imprisonable offence. It’s not the most promising start to your bid to regain control of the Biffers, is it Paul?
Of course we really don’t know for sure what’s in the folder Golding was presented with. We don’t even know for sure that it came from the police. The Biffers have lied about important developments before, after all. But if it is true… if Golding really is to stand trial too… there’s the distinct possibility that both he and Fransen will be banged up at the same time. That’s like cutting the head off a chicken and watching it run around until it runs out of energy and falls over. With no adequate candidate to replace them the Britain First chicken probably won’t run around for long before it dies altogether.
So come on Magistrates… come on Judges… Between you, you can see these feckless fascists off for good. Please make it so… we’ll be your best friends if you do!