R. I P. The Conservative Party. They're dead. Buried, Capot, deceased, eradicated,

defenestrated, ravaged, departed, perished, perished, slain, butchered, slaughtered, expired, passed away,

no more killed off.

Well, anyway, you get the gist.

Nage O'Jofarge has apparently decided that his country has once again

called him for duty, and that duty is to bury the Conservative body.

Well, it's certainly been emotional. I certainly enjoyed

the ride. After all their achievements in the last 190 years of their existence include such

great hits as fighting tooth and claw to stop social progress,

valently defending the interests of the rich and the well to do,

waging war on the social fabric of this nation, battering working class people,

redirecting people's anger at their many justified grievances to the vulnerable

and the marginalised. Well, we could go on. Now to be clear, Nigel Farage has announced

he's taking over as a leader of the Reform Party. That's the artist

formerly known as the Brexit Party. That's the artist formerly known as

UKIP. Let's just have a listen to the fellow, shall we?

So I am gonna stand in this election. I'll be launching my candidacy at midday tomorrow in the Essex seaside town of Clapton.

So midday tomorrow Clacton at the end of the pier. But perhaps more

important than that, I've made a far bigger decision than that, which is,

and I've talked to Richard and he is happy about it.

Oh, of course you'll write your pieces about how badly we're all getting on because that's

journalism for you. Actually I regret to say we're getting on quite well but

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