Following my recent post about appropriately-named things, something happened this weekend involving possibly the most appropriate name ever. I was at Victoria Station yesterday morning when I learnt about this.
Anyhoo, over the weekend – due to not being anywhere near a television / radio plus the battery on my pocket wi-fi router being empty and not having my USB charger with me – I’d managed to not hear any non-Partick Thistle-related news whatsoever (despite having been in Glasgow I’d even managed to not hear Celtic’s result). I looked at the big screen, next to the departure board, that had the news headlines on it. The big screen informed me that Jeffrey Epstein had died (Epstein’s orange pal has subsequently denied being his pal despite film footage of them together, and Epstein’s other pal has subsequently scooted up to Balmoral), before informing me that UKIP had held yet another leadership election – and that the vermin had chosen a leader with a spectacularly appropriate name. After having been led by such renowned dickbrains as Nigel Garbage, Paul Nuttall, Henry Bolton and Gerard Batten (and after Fartage’s Brexit Party had announced parliamentary candidates called Butt, Rimmer and Alaric Bamping), UKIP have finally elected a leader who’s actually called Richard Braine. Dickbrains.