The UKIPPERS Swing Troupe, photographer: Levi Hinds
If you want to really know what happened that day in the pub with Farage, I’ll tell you. Nigel arrived in the pub riding a massive purple and yellow dragon, flanked by a legion of fat-cat city bankers. He was propping up the bar drinking a pint when I rode in on my gender-neutral unicorn with a band of ethnic minority Care Bears. We tried to throw a few rights and equality awareness raising sunbeams his way but Nigel responded with a salvo from his homophobitronic shit cannon. We summoned a gentle pink rain, but he raised an umbrella and slowly walked away to phone his army of loyal tweed journalists. Apparently you can say anything to press these days, and they’ll report it as the truth.
My name is Ray Malone and I am a performer with the UKIPPERS Swing Dance Troupe. I am also a RADA-trained theatre director and an English teacher. Our performance at the Beyond UKIP Diversity Cabaret was an idea that sprang from Middle England kitsch - the fetish for the village fete, the craze for Golden-era swing dancing, colonial crumpets and bunting.
