What’s playing the pink oboe got to do with stately homes?

IMAGINE if someone with a clipboard came up to you in the street and asked: “Excuse me, sir, do you eat minge or do you prefer to play the pink oboe?

“And while we’re at it, do you like wearing women’s clothes at the weekend?”

You would be horrified at such impertinent questioning.

The inquisitor would be lucky not to get a bop on the nose, and you’d certainly be well within your rights to summon a constable.

But that’s pretty much what the National Trust is up to at the moment.

The Trust – which has the important job of looking after spectacular and important bits of our heritage – has developed an obsession with what people do in bed.

National Trust volunteers all over the country have been asked about their “gender identity” and sexual orientation.

Like that has ANYTHING to do with deer parks and stately homes.

Questions include: “Is your gender identity the same as the gender you were assigned at birth?”, and quizzing volunteers if they are “Trans” or “Non- binary”.

Gibberish

That’s not just being nosy and impertinent, it’s also gibberish.

Can you imagine the scene at the average National Trust member home. Harriet calls up the stairs: “Gerald? Are we ‘ Trans’ or ‘ Non- Binary’?”

“Neither, darling. I think we’re with British Gas.”

You see my point. National Trust people tend not to follow the latest twists in the insane world of gender identity politics.

For a start, they’re too f** king sensible.

On sexual orientation, they are asked if they are “Bisexual”, a “Gay man”, a “Gay woman or lesbian”, “Heterosexual or straight” or again if they would “Prefer not to say”. What. The. Actual. F** k?

Sorry to be blunt, but what bearing does what you do with your genitals have on your enjoyment of National Trust properties? Last summer the Trust ran a series of events called “Exploring LGBTQ history at National Trust places”.

Guess what it revealed? Some people in the olden days were gay! WHO. GIVES. A. F** K? People go to, say Kingston Lacy in Dorset ( above) because it’s a glorious country house – not because its former owner was gay.

But the crackpot cultural Marxists now running the Trust these days don’t give a flying toss.

They bow at the twin altars of “diversity” and “accessibility”, no matter how many long- serving supporters are currently tearing up their membership cards in disgust.

Britain’s spectacular national heritage is far too important to be entrusted to a bunch of pea- brained, social- engineering f** ktards who know more about gender reassignment than Georgian architecture.