PATRIOT UPDATE 🇬🇧💪
It's only 7:30am and I'm already completely disheartened by today's canvassing for Reform and Rob Kenyon. I've knocked on over 60 doors in Makerfield since before 6am and every single person has told me to fuck off. Even Reform voters. Even Restore voters. One bloke shouted, "I agree with half your politics, mate. I just don't agree with YOU." At the last house a huge bald middle-aged fella answered the door wearing turquoise Reform UK Y-fronts and chased me off his property with a baseball bat. BASEBALL. What happened too cricket? I blame the EU for replacing cricket with Yankee rounders.
Wanting too inspire patriotism, I took my trumpet canvassing today. My plan was simple: knock door, insert trumpet through letterbox, play cavalry charge, receive applause. For some reason it hasn't worked. Even the staunchest patriots seem annoyed when a middle-aged man in a turquoise leotard blasts military bugle calls through their letterbox before 7am. Frankly I think they're angry at Starmer, the EU, Rayner and Roman Polanski. Not me. Definitely not me. One woman threw a cup of urine over me, which is unfair because I'd only played the charge three times.
After this morning's setbacks I've retreated too a snack van beside the M62. I'm currently enjoying a bacon cob, a latte and crushing loneliness. Whilst queueing I heard laughter behind me. I turned round and there was Gemma Collins pointing directly at me. Next thing the entire queue is roasting me. New nicknames include Flag Man, Gammon Spiderman, Brexit Bugler and The Last Facebook Commenter. Gemma insists it was nowt personal. Hard too believe when she was laughing hardest.
To make matters worse I've just received a parking ticket. Apparently my Union Jack camper van can't be parked in a disabled bay. I attempted too explain that being a patriot is practically a disability these days. The attractive traffic warden remained unconvinced. I tried singing "Sign Your Name" by Terence Trent D'Arby in what I believed was a romantic and statesmanlike fashion. This did not help. Eventually the rozzers arrived. One officer simply looked at me and asked, "Why do we keep meeting?" Fair question.
I'll be heading home shortly too unwind with daytime television, wanking and several hours of angry posting on social media before resuming canvassing this afternoon. You see, when a voter says "no", most people hear "no". I hear "please continue explaining your theories about chemtrails and sovereignty." This may explain why my electoral success rate remains stubbornly low and why I lost my job for sexual harassment . Still, patriots never stop 🇬🇧💪 Even when literally everyone wishes they would.