Brex Pistols on tour show the contempt they have for Britain
I DON’T know about you but I’m still chortling at the wacky antics of those self-styled Bad Boys Of Brexit in the Commons this week.
Especially from the Archbishop of Banterbury himself, Arron Banks, who fobbed off questions from MPs on why he lied about the number of meetings he’d had with senior Russians at a time they were interfering with Western democracy, in the style of Freddie Flintoff joshing with James Corden. The smirking munchkin denied any of the £9million he pumped in to Leave.EU came from Russia but admitted that campaign had led people “up the country path”. Then he flounced out before the session had ended, with his dyedhaired sidekick Andy Wigmore, because they had a lunch date with Ian Paisley Jnr. They keep such classy company. But that’s The Brex Pistols (as they modestly christened themselves while taking fawning selfies with Donald Trump in his golden lift) for you. Quality bantz merchants. Like members of a City firm’s rugger club on an outing to Ascot, waving wodges of cash at lowpaid security staff, wearing Union Jack socks, swigging Moet from the bottle, yelling get your t*ts out at buxom fillies and hoping for a punch-up with a weedy animal rights protestor.
Banks is the ex-public schoolboy-turned-multimillionaire insurance salesman and diamond mine owner, who siphoned profits to offshore tax havens, yet funded Vote Leave as he’s a patriot who hates the rich global elites. Go figure.
And now the reality of the shambles he did so much to create becomes clear he says he might walk away because “the referendum stuff is slowly grinding towards a conclusion in the most painful, horrible way”. In other words: Bored now. Had my fun. Off to ensure my money is safe. See ya. Wouldn’t wanna be ya.
But Banks and his sidekick are not alone. There’s enough Bad Boys of Brexit to fill an entire borstal wing.
Take Thatcher’s chancellor, and chairman of the Vote Leave campaign, Nigel Lawson, who’s applied for a French residency card
so his idyllic life in his Gascony villa remains unaffected. Or Jacob Rees-Mogg, who’s moved part of his investment firm Somerset Capital Management to Ireland to escape the inevitable financial cost of Brexit.
There’s Boris Johnson – who had two Daily Telegraph columns written, one against Brexit, the other for it, and only sided with Leave after calculating it was best for his leadership credentials – now admitting it will lead to “meltdown”.
There’s arch-Eurosceptic John Redwood, now a financial adviser, telling investors to “look further afield” than the UK as the economy’s about to take a hit. There’s Crispin Odey, a hedge fund manager who financed the Leave campaign and is now betting £500million that UK firms will see their shares slide after Brexit.
And, of course, there’s Nigel Farage who still picks up a £90,000-a-year salary and can look forward to a £73,000-a-year pension from Brussels, despite rarely going there. Although he can be regularly spotted on right-wing American TV channel Fox News, where he is paid to slag off Britain.
This is a man who devoted his life to convincing the people of this country they’d be better off outside the EU who now claims he never said it would be beneficial to leave. Indeed admits “we will finish up perhaps in an even worse place than we are now”.
Ah yes, the Bad Boys of Brexit, who led the British “down a country path” and left them staring at a car crash while they packed themselves, or their wealth, off to pastures new.
Yet they paint themselves as true patriots, and anyone who opposes them as saboteurs, traitors and enemies of the people.
Well, they do have the Union Jack socks to prove it.
They’ve left us looking at a car crash while they head off