If it looks like a joke, and quacks like a joke....

So, Robert Kilroy-Silk, madman and would-be leader of the UK's 4th largest political party, has finally thrown his toys out of the pram, and imploded into his own bizarre imaginary universe, where he is no doubt some godlike figure, presiding over the majesty that is the British Empire. The King is Dead. Long live the King.
He's a born entertainer. Not only does he continue to amuse with his well-groomed, yet deranged antics, he also brings to light the ridiculousness that is the UK Independence Party, who exist, according to their website, to "expose the true nature of the European Union", and to lead Britain to ideological freedom. Well, thank god. And it's about bloody time women started cleaning behind the fridge. The country's gone to the dogs.
The fact that even patron Joan Collins won't vote for them might cast a pall on things, but one look at their website was enough to hook me for life. I would vote for them even if it didn't look like an advert for a poundsaver 99p store, simply because of the new mug and tabard that you can buy in the shop. It's nearly time for Secret Santa, and I think all my present dilemmas are solved.