Jayda crosses the religious divide

What has an English Catholic, the grandaughter of Anglicised Dutch and Irish Catholic immigrants and a proud ‘Essex girl’ to do with Ulster Unionists?

Jayda Fransen Britain First leader NI Northern Ireland.pngTo be honest, we’ve no idea but Jayda Fransen clearly thinks she’s the very woman to lead Northern Ireland’s protestant contingent to victory over… well… other Irish people apparently.

This weekend the heroine of the Battle of Hexthorpe, this Roman Catholic of Jewish ancestry who ran so bravely from the children of a small South Yorkshire mining village seems set to take on the Irish Catholics of her own ancestry in all their paramilitary splendour. You really couldn’t make it up… and so we didn’t.

Amid the barely audible cheers of a couple of dozen Belfast bigots, watched by bemused (and armed) police from the Royal Ulster Constabulary, Fransen declared herself the unelected leader of Ireland’s Unionists.

This really could end in tears.

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The Fuhrer fails to face facts

BF conference 2015 Dowson and Golding rift Dutch lady winsI had an interesting little conversation with the EBF mole yesterday. It’s always useful having a spy in the camp, especially when that spy is so close to ‘The Boss’, as he calls the Fuhrer (not quite respectfully).
Apparently Fuhrer Golding (perhaps I should say ‘Future Mayor’ Golding) has his head wedged so firmly up his….. erm…. in the sand that he can’t see what’s been obvious to everyone in Biffer Towers for ages now. The long knives are out and the ceremonial ‘X’ that marks the spot on Paulie’s back is almost as wide as the yellow streak it’s painted over.

This isn’t some idle gossip over the office water cooler. Don’t believe the Biffer hype about needing funds for office furniture and the like. This is no plush, finely bedecked operation. Biffer HQ is much more virtual than most people think. Most Biffer business is completed via Email and that leaves a trail, if you know what to look for.

Idle conversations in the works canteen are one thing. Email exchanges, complete with promises of loyalty and favours between conspirators are quite another. It’s easy to dismiss the mutterings of disgruntled colleagues having a crafty fag out the back by the photocopier room. It’s not so easy to dismiss Emailed dissent and even password-protected PDF reports sent only to the select few.

The upshot of all this secret skulduggery is that Paul’s days are definitely numbered. It may even happen before the Mayoral election, Jolly Jim Dowson is so tired of throwing good money after bad trying to recover Paul’s losses. Apparently Burton was the final nail in the Fuhrer’s coffin – now it’s just a matter of time.

And yet, like the original Fuhrer in his underground Berlin bunker, Paulie Golding refuses to see the truth. He still thinks he’s going to be allowed to lead the Biffers to victory. In fact all he’s achieved recently has been a reduction in on-street numbers and rapidly shrinking donations.

What we’re not sure about is the timescale. Our mole tells us that Jayda and Jolly Jim had several huddled, quite conspiratorial conversations during quiet moments at the Bifferfest last Saturday. Unfortunately even ‘Moley’ doesn’t know quite what they said to each other but he got the distinct impression that something big had been decided. What’s most significant was that something big had been decided without Paulie.

And yet the Fuhrer carries on as if nothing has happened. He still expected respect from the three dozen or so assembled Biffers, even though everyone but Paulie knows the day was a complete washout. According to Moley the only one who doesn’t get the joke is Golding himself. Almost nobody else takes him even remotely seriously these days. Even Jayda doesn’t need to bad-mouth him any more. Others are doing that for her now. All Fransen has to do is continue to play the part of loyal, faithful, intimate confidant and wait for the long knives to pierce ‘The Boss’s’ back!

After last weekend’s disastrous Bifferfest losses it’s only a matter of time.