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The BNP Summer School 2010"You have reached your destination" says the siren voice straight out of the Odyessy of Homer, the siren voice Homer's hero strapped himself to the ship's mast so as to ignore. I cast a doubtful look around, view the mud, horse and sheep dung that liberally covers the surface of the field beyond the five bar gate at which I pull up. "Oh dear" I think. "I hope the satnav is wrong". But in fact I know it is right. I drove here on the satnav ten minutes ago, decided it couldn't possibly be in that crap-filled field, and drove away to retrace my steps manually from the redirection instructions ... and now here I was, back outside that farm gate.
But then I spot a figure wandering down the road about three hundred yards away. As he draws near, I see his walkie-talkie and earpiece. "I'm looking for the Summer School" I say. "I thought you might be" says the BNP security man "Quite a few have stopped here and looked puzzled". I'll hop in and show you where we are .....
Thus begins my first day at my first summer school as a BNP branch organiser. Yes I've been volunteered. No I didn't run away fast enough.
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