"Waking up on a Saturday morning in rag order. Soccer Am on the box with a f**k off greasy fry up n cup of tea. Get me clothes on and straight down the pub and rite on the Cider. Watch the mighty Yids on the tele getting rite pisseed up with Oasis on the jukebox. Binge drink the night away trying it on with every slapper in the pub. Getting thrown out the pub after trying it on with the dirtiest and fattest bird in the pub. Stagger to the nearest Kebab van without getting beaten up and get a greasy as f**k Chicken Donar with extra onions. Straight to the nearest cash machine and get out whatever money is left and get a taxi to the dirtiest and cheapest brass and smash her rite up her harris."

"ENGERLAND/ENGERLAND ENGERLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAKE THE WARRIORS, MAKE ENGLAND ROAR. USAO/USAO/USAO COME ON AMERICA. WE CAN CRACK THIS ONE, WORLDWIDE. CQ/CQ/CQ/DX this is Templar 999 CALLING CQ/CQ/CQ/DX. COPY/COPY/COMEBACK. REQUEST IMMEDIATE ANSWER. M15/M16/FBI/CIA/MOSAD.
URGENT. "

"Fry up breakfast, fish and chip supper and Eastenders in between..."

A journey into the mind of the EDL canonfodder. Nothing should amaze the reader that all they seem to muster interms of they're own identity - the thing they are trying to defend - english breakfasts, getting drunk and shagging.

Nothing at all wrong with it but atleast proper fascists can talk about genetics and druids.