Fantastic! Red White and Blue Weekend

First and foremost, and before I give you a little bit of the insight into the British National Party's tremendous annual festival from a Leythers point of view; I must apologise for not having updated my blog for the last few weeks or so.

I would love to say that I'd been away on holiday; somewhere in the farthest south east of England being mesmerised with the breathtaking views from St. Michael's Mount or Land's End! Or equally, strolling around wonderful Wales and in particular the beautiful LLanberis, exploring the walks of Padarn Lake, treking in the footsteps of those hardy men to the Angelsey Barracks and beyond or maybe spending a day walking up and down Mt. Snowdon ! Unfortunately, I have done none of the this, quite the opposite in fact; I have been working a good 12-14 hour day whilst I cover for others at work who are on their annual jollydays and the many choosing those warmer climes outside this mainly beautiful land of ours; and they who opt to sleep amongst those many hideous and humongous looking cockroaches that gnaw at your toes and the many other creepy weird looking insects that infest these hotels and apartments! Do they really have to travel that far?

Sorry to prolong the events of the RWB, but, I must tell you that the "Save Our Post Office" campaign, this I highlighted in an ealier post, was all in vain (I was under no illusion) and that it is going, gone and soon to be forgotten! Thanks to all those who signed the petition.

Here we go! The Red White and Blue annual gathering of such kith and kin. To me this is something I now look forward to more than ever in the yearly calendar; and I must admit to not having much sleep on the Thursday night as I prepared the kit and and got the necessary provisions ready for the early Friday morning departure to destination Red White and Blue held in such a stunning part of the Britain Isles.

After a longer than expected journey down, due to an accident on the M6 (we were led to believe,) it was a welcomed relief to arrive at this picturesque and perfectly formed and kept English village where the festival was situated! It was also a welcomed relief for my right ear!

We found our pitch and soon all the tents where up and ready to inhabit (LOL!) it was encouraging to see T & S take such an interest in the art of how to put a tent up! Although, I do wish they'd been a little bit more pratical than theoretical in their efforts!! Saying that; 'T' could be excused I supposed as he had driven us there. We were soon fed and it was down to main arena to see what was on offer.

Although, the main day was to be the Saturday, 99% of the regional stalls and all the marquees where already up, with many officials, security, members and supporters having been at the site for more than a week or so before this particlar weekend in preparation. As day fell into evening; we were invited to a bit of musical nostalgia in the top marquee with a wonderful and beautiful lady who without any microphone and only her organist for accompaniment, sang many a traditional song of the British Isles, wonderfully. These included: Drink old England Dry, Black Velvet Band, The Owl, Johnny, I hardly knew you, Tell me Where my England's Gone and such favorites as Ilkla Moor and Wild Rover and to finish off the evening with a rousing Rule, Britannia! Which had everyone enthusiastically in full voice.

On the way back to our tents we encountered the mainly Sunderland entourage, with the added Teesider, who were courteous enough to allow the three of us onto their camp and to continue our evening with a couple of beers exchanging jokes, football banter and the serious issue of politics well into the wee hours of Saturday morning and beyond (for some.)

To be continued...............

Next time....The Labour 'Nazi' thugs, the beating drums, Arthur Kemp, music and champagne, the Green Man and the falling cans of beer, NG and the morris dancers, fire-eating, the rain,tent and the mallet saga, Nicks speech and much much more. So please come back for another look and keep the memory of the weekend alive!

I was awoken on the Saturday morning, with the sound of the Derbyshire Constabulary helicopter flying overhead, which I knew would be in the vicinity to keep an eye on the the great unwashed of the Labour party sponsored Nazi's and fascist's who had threatened to 'Smash the Fash (LOL!') and stop the BNP from holding their annual festival and who additionally threatened our women and children on their various daddy's boy and girly websites in the run up to the weekend! http://nobnpfestival.wordpress.com/2008/08/ and http://www.antifa.org.uk/

After walking around the site that was now in full flow, taking in all the regional stalls and spending many a pound in each to bolster their fund raising efforts, it was a welcomed respite to the pocket, (although I did win a lovely bottle of Rose wine, you jammy bastard!) when we met up with old friends and found a table to sit down and have a chat. By this time, word was filtering back to the site through various sources that the limp wristed 'champagne socialists' of the far Leftie rabble were trying to break the police cordon resulting in many of this loony brigade ringing their mummy to see if they'll pay their fine after being arrested for public order offences.

A senior BNP official approached our party to ask if we could be on standby to help security if required and be vigilant of anyone trying to access the site from the surrounding fields. It was also filtered back that one of our security had overheard a police officer telling one of protesters that if they didn't behave then he woud let them onto the festival site! Classic!

Every male on the site and indeed many women, apart from those who were attending the many talks and speeches that where currently going on in the politcal marquee and those manning the regional stalls, were on a heightened state of alert, ready incase these Labour party supporting cowards did indeed get onto the site and try and attack our children that they so spoke of doing previously. The beating drums in the distance was getting louder and louder as the march of the communist, unions and multicults marched in protest up Codnor Denby Road to the 'Bungalow' entrance! It was a bit of a blow to learn that the beating drums turned out to be a nearby farmers muck spreader, who was getting into position in the event that the rabble encroached onto his farm! LOL!

Shaking in my size 9's at the prospect of Tarquin, Quentin and Clarissa getting onto the RED WHITE and Blue site! These Pete Doherty and Amy Wineo brigade showing their true colours, here.

http://rss.holdthefrontpage.co.uk/news/080821barred.shtml
In all 33, of this bunch of drug addicted, alcoholic British hating tramps and scroungers were arrested. It's funny how no-one from this years or indeed last years Red White and Blue were arrested! Is it because we have higher moral values and respect?

It was time to stand down, and relax into the afternoon with a couple of welcomed drinks, and to continue to have a great festival. I had a great chat with both Shropshire Lass and Yanky who were dressed in old naval attire. We met up the Scotland organiser and his wife as well as a whole host of people from all areas and all walks of life from up and down the Britain Isles.


To be continued..............