While at Cambridge I used to know Nick Griffin, he used to watch the boat team in the showers, I was their captain who had many victories against Oxford in the water as well as out.

We saw Nick as the Cambridge perv as he spent most of his time either in the toilets or in the shower room looking at other students to see if he measured up to the rest of us, he didn't.

Nick looked like a nice young lad back then who wanted to experiment with his sexualality so I later assisted him by rogering him behind the bike sheds.

Nick felt ashamed and ran away to join the BNP, he eventually sucked his way up the ranks to become leader and to celebrate his leadership he held a party at a club in London called BRIEF ENCOUNTER which is where I was the owner.

Nick wanted to relive his experience behind the bike sheds with me so we strolled off to the toilets and every bloody time I thrusted forward his table tennis eyeball kept popping out which I'm sorry to say put me off my stroke.

These days Nick has gotten all fat from eating Big Macs so I now put it up his mates pooper instead (Julian Leppert) who always squeals like a pig which sounds something like Seiggggggghhaa Hiellllllllll arrrrhhhhh.

All the BNP are is a group of closet queens to afraid to admit that they enjoy taking it up their poopers.

Bash the Fash, one an all up against the fucking wall or bent over some railings preferably.


Lawrence.