Posted on April 22, 2005

BNP Broadcast Gets the OK

Steve Blake, British National Party, April 20, 2005

It’s on! The BBC has, in the past 30 mins, assured us that the BNP party political broadcast (PPB) will be screened as planned on Thursday 21st.

An exasparated BBC spokesman contacted our press office informing us that the BBC had since yesterday evening, been deluged with calls from the voting public and journalists asking for information about why the BNP braodcast had been turned down yesterday.

We have no wish to make the relevant department’s tasks any more difficult than is necessary, so please be assured that the BBC have given the BNPTV video team an extension on the original deadline to complete the technical amendments requested.

In addition the BBC have asked us to point out that the braodcasters are legally obliged to carry a PPB from the BNP and that they are not displaying any political bias against the Party.

If the BBC are making such a statement it is almost certain that the other broadcasters — C4, Sky and ITV will carry the BNP’s PPB.

Times will be displayed here as soon as we have confirmation.

Corporal Fox

Nick Griffin, British National Party, January 19, 2005

My God, it was cold in the Falklands

When the stars and the flares shone out clear,

But at least I had mates to share jokes with

It’s much colder and lonelier here.

And that sharp piece of Argentine shrapnel

It’s hurt me for many a year

But not like when you look straight through me,

Pretending I’m not even here.

My God, we were thirsty in Kuwait

And choking in dust we went dry

But we shed a few tears for our Gary

When a mine took his legs and he died

And knowing the next step could kill me

I thought it had taught me of fear

Til I see how you look straight through me

Pretending I’m not even here.

My God, I was angry to hear it

When ‘home’ from the army I came:

There were flats for Iraqis and Afghans

But never a one with my name.

I thought that the council would sort it

Til a desk clerk with spiky green hair

Said “next please” and looked straight through me

Pretending I just wasn’t there.

So I swear and I curse and I mutter

Though the anger is mainly inside

Without hope there’s no disappointment

There’s no one out there on my side.

I know the White Lightning will kill me

Don’t you see that I really don’t care?

It helps me to look straight through you

And pretend that I’m not quite all there.

So I live where the police cars can’t see me

In my rags and my old cardboard box

And there’s no one would notice me vanish

Except for my mate, Corporal Fox.

Two broken old squaddies together

In winter we share the same lair

And I bring him some bones from our Colonel

So he doesn’t pretend I’m not there.

Author Nick Griffin gives a brief word sketch of the inspiration behind Corporal Fox, one of more than a dozen songs he has written:

I have a very early childhood memory of seeing a bearded tramp with a fox on a lead. It was many years later, when I heard that around 20% of Britain’s homeless are ex-servicemen, that I remembered him and realised that most ‘tramps’ in the early 1960s would have been veterans of the Second World War. Different wars have been fought since then, of course, but the disgrace of old soldiers without homes stays the same. Having promoted his fox to Corporal, the veteran of two recent conflicts brings him chicken bones from the bin outside KFC so he doesn’t lose his only companion. He seems to be going mad — or is it the society that lets such men down so badly that’s truly crazy?

I only wrote the words, Dave Hannam did the real work by coming up with such a superb tune, and singing it so well. He’s already sung it in several ‘mainstream’ folk clubs and tells me that he has reduced some listeners to tears (not in the way that I would if I tried to sing it!) I’m pleased to say that, with our own professional studio now up and very nearly running, this and various other fine songs — new and old alike — will soon be appearing on a growing range of professionally produced CDs.

That said, we’ve got a good first crop of folk song writers and singers, and even a classical piano CD recorded by our Press Officer (already on sale via Excalibur), but so far we’re lacking some youngsters doing patriotically-inspired rock and dance music. And are there any budding Mike Oldfields out there? Lyrics encouraging or condoning race-mixing, homosexuality, drugs and similar decadence, and that tired old ‘Oi’ sound, are not required, but if you are making any kind of music that you think may be suitable, please get in touch.