If it’s Tuesday, it must be … checks notes … London. We’ve reached the point where Nigel Farage has taken to arranging press conferences for himself in various locations around the country on an almost daily basis. On Monday he was in Port Talbot telling the Welsh to get back down the mines, today he was in Westminster to reveal the identity of Reform’s new party chair after Zia Yusuf’s abrupt resignation last week. Who knows where he will be tomorrow?
The press conference is Nige’s happy place. The ideal way to indulge his narcissism. A room full of people all there to listen to him. And him alone. Others are only admitted into his world on sufferance. They must know their place in life. That they owe their chance of glory only as a satellite of his own ego. He only knows he’s truly alive if there are cameras there to record his existence. To get to sleep at night, he watches his greatest hits on TikTok, all the while murmuring to himself, ‘You’re the best, Nige. You’re the best.’
