Foreword by Green Arrow.  I have received the following communication from Colonel Blimp of Sussex.

To whom it may concern

Blimp here. I had lunch with a couple of old army chaps today and a frightfully nice young cove from something called Nothing British, obviously public school and the right sort.

Now I've been told that these beastly BNP chaps aren't quite the ticket and have been using images of the military. Now let's get this straight I have absolutely nothing against darkies, indeed I think everyone should have one, but these BNP wallahs are going too far.

Some of them live in council houses for crying out loud and are working class to boot.

Well I'll tell you that my batman in Poona, Afshraf, could mix a finer dry martini than anyone else I know, and I've been to a few watering holes in my time I can tell you.

But the point is, that many coloured chaps fought in the war, I know I signed the order sending them away on Operation Certain Death in 1944, I remember well because I spilled the best part of a fine St Emilion over it! Poor show don't you know what.

I don't know what these BNP types are going on about, too many immigrants. Heaven's sake I've only met two at The Forces Club, both Nawabs and went to Eton as well.

As for the common or garden proles, well they're just using the whole thing so they can scrounge off the state and live off benefits.

Must go the bar bell has sounded.

Toodle pip, good show.

Blimp