Mr Griffin's exclusion from the queen's garden party seemed to come as a great surprise to him.
It shouldn't have. You see, the Establishment watches our party very closely; and while I don't imagine that the queen reads Eddy's blog herself, (although she may - it's a good read), I do not doubt that her private secretary is kept informed of matters of domestic political interest of which the queen should be aware.
It will have been noticed that Mr Griffin was making great political capital out of his forthcoming garden party attendance. It will have been smiled at contemptuously, for the simple reason that IT HADN'T HAPPENED YET.
When is Mr Griffin ever going to learn not to count his chickens before they are hatched? When is he going to stop being so cocksure, and display some becoming humility, not to say common sense?
The Greeks have a good word for what ails Mr Griffin: HUBRIS. Perhaps Mr Griffin just doesn't get it but I believe most other people would. It's known as tempting fate.
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