Over the last 36 hours, we have witnessed the very soul of Nigel Farage — his essence.
It has been over a month since he went into hiding, since serious questions began to be raised over his undeclared £5M donation.
A month since he appeared in front of TV cameras or underwent any questioning at all.
At 8am yesterday morning, Farage released a video, from a field somewhere, calling for rage. Calling for an end to the mythical two-tier policing.
Make no mistake, those were very carefully chosen words — he understood what he was unleashing, and his wish was granted last night in Southampton.
On Tuesday, the Home Secretary made a statement to the House regarding the murder of Henry Nowack. There was, as always, an opportunity to question Shabana Mahmood — was Nigel Farage in attendance?
No, of course not.
Today, Farage was granted a question at PMQs — the showpiece spectacle of the political week in which the country's news and politics fanatics tune in to watch — was Nigel Farage in attendance?
Yes, of course he was.
He had somehow found his way into work after missing 77 separate votes in Parliament because … he would, at least for three minutes, be the centre of the country's political attention.
His question was about the murder of Henry Nowack and the violence that erupted [on his command] last night, but he would not condemn it or call for calm.
Instead, he 'suggested' that this rioting might escalate.
This afternoon, he has performatively written to the BBC because someone on Newsnight dared to accuse him of inciting the violence — playing his perpetual victim card. Again.
And there we see the soul of Nigel Farage — a craven, desperate for attention, evil, petty and pointless man.
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Watch Keir Starmer call out Nigel Farage over his response to the Henry Nowak murder:
"He pretends to have respect for Henry's family & then acts in this way... his response has been to appeal for rage... it shows exactly who he is."
#PMQs
Israel planted explosives in a school for disabled children at dawn today in South Lebanon and blew it up.
Not a military target.
A school for disabled children — perhaps the only one in the country.
In what universe is this considered “self-defense”?
Henry Novak’s murder is first & foremost a human tragedy
His killer was convicted & lessons for policing need to be learnt & quickly
Is there a crime that Farage won’t exploit for political ends?
Apart from that mate of his, Nathan Gill, convicted of bribery for promoting Russia
Nigel Farage - the leader of Reform UK - is under investigation for failing to declare a £5 million 'gift'.
Please RT this until the BBC gives this story the same level of blanket coverage - as it would for the leader of any other UK political Party.
@RochdaleFan That was a dire performance. Looked like we were 2nd from bottom. We aren't going up automatically. The last few games we have looked anything but convincing.
We are called "the elderly." But that quiet label hides something most people rarely stop to consider. We are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.
Look at us and you might see gray hair, slower steps, and the patience that time teaches.
But listen to our story — really listen — and you'll realize something extraordinary.
We are the only generation in human history to have lived a fully analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood.
That's not a small thing. That's one of the most breathtaking journeys a human being has ever been asked to make.
We were born in the 1940s, 50s, and early 60s, into a world still rebuilding from the rubble of World War II.
Our toys were marbles and hopscotch and card games at kitchen tables. When the streetlights flickered on, that was it — childhood adventures were over, and it was time to go home. No smartphones. No streaming. No endless scroll.
We built our memories in the real world. With scraped knees and laughter echoing down streets and friendships formed face to face.
In 1969, we sat in living rooms staring at black-and-white televisions as Neil Armstrong took humanity's first steps on the Moon. Hundreds of thousands of us stood in muddy fields at Woodstock believing — really believing — that music and community could reshape the future.
We fell in love to vinyl records spinning on turntables. We waited days, sometimes weeks, for handwritten letters to arrive. We learned patience because information didn't come instantly. Mistakes were fixed with erasers — not a delete button.
Then the world transformed.
Machines that once filled entire rooms shrank to devices lighter than a paperback. We went from rotary phones and party lines to seeing the face of someone we love on the other side of the ocean — instantly, on something that fits in a pocket.
We watched the birth of the personal computer. The arrival of the internet. The smartphone. Artificial intelligence.
And through every single shift — we adapted.
Not because it was easy. Because that's what our generation does.
We also carry the weight of history in our bodies.
We grew up afraid of polio and tuberculosis. We watched science defeat them. We witnessed the discovery of the structure of DNA, the decoding of the human genome, the transformation of medicine itself. We survived pandemics across decades — and kept going.
Few generations have been asked to absorb so much change in a single lifetime.
And through all of it, certain things never changed.
We still know the joy of a cold glass of lemonade on a hot afternoon. The taste of vegetables picked straight from a garden. The value of a long conversation that unfolds slowly, without a screen interrupting it.
We have celebrated births and mourned losses. Carried the stories of friends who are gone. Watched the world become something our younger selves couldn't have imagined — and found ways to belong in it anyway.
We are not relics.
We are living bridges between two entirely different worlds.
Our memory carries something the modern world needs — proof that progress doesn't have to erase wisdom. That speed doesn't have to replace patience, kindness, or reflection.
So when someone calls us elderly, we can smile.
Because behind that word is something remarkable.
We crossed two centuries. Witnessed eight decades of transformation. Walked from handwritten letters to artificial intelligence — and never lost our sense of what actually matters.